summer love.

he was always the type with something funny to say.
i never saw his sweet love side until that one summer day.
he told me he loved me, and i was shocked and surprised.
but, i could tell it was true fromt he sparkle in his eyes.
he made me tell him i loved him back.
if he didn't know, he wouldn't ask.
when he finally popped the question, i jumped at the chance
to get myself a little summer romance
it's hard to say what i saw in him,
it wasn't because he was fat or slim.
it wasn't because of his marvelous looks,
or even because he was good with the books.
all i knew was the way he could start
the furious beating of my tender heart
from just the sight of that adorable face
to the gentleness of his warm embrace.
all the things he said made me flattered,
but that's all gone now, my heart's been shattered.
and now every time i spot a dove,
i always think of that one summer love.


i loved him.

i had always loved him, though i could not admit
inside my heart i had a special place for him.
he loved me, too, i know for a fact,
for when i flirted, he flirted right back.
i always wanted him to be mine.
to me, he seemed oh so divine.
but one drawback: he had his girl.
just thinking of them made me want to hurl.
eventually i got so jealous,
i just couldn't love any other fellas.
i truly knew he was a good guy,
if he ever hated me, i think i'd cry.
i dreamed of him most every night,
just all too perfect, felt so right.
but, now he must not feel that way,
for when we make eye contact, he turns away.
the love he once felt for me
must be gone now, this i see.
but, at least we are friends,
and for now, that's the end.