We met last summer near the lake,
Desired to pick the same flower.
That moment our hands had a touch.
For us it was like a cold shower.
We forgot how to live, how to breathe.
We just wanted to be with each other.
But your mum was against all that
And decided to take you to father.
You left our city in August,
I couldn’t believe you were gone.
But I know you will remember
This summer of endless love.
The Summer of Endless Love
© Copyright: Анастасия Матяш, 2018
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