cast aside like an old used rag
I stood vainly by
my heart in my hand
waiting and hoping
for but just one more chance.
Wishing we could start anew
wishing we could somehow
put it all together again
wishing you and I
were but friends in the bitter end.
And now I know
what happened to us so long ago
what it was that hurt you so
why you put your love up on the shelf
just slightly out of my reach
Ah, faded summer love,
all I ever asked for was
simple pleasures your soft caress upon my face.
The pleasure of your company
on a hot muggy summer day
your voice on the telephone
perhaps a quiet dinner
a bottle of wine
one hour with you totally alone
a night out on the town sometime.
To take in a movie
to sit on a bench in the park for awhile
some quiet conversation,
to see your smile.
Spending a minute or two thinking of you this day
tucked away in the quiet solitude of my special place,
yearning for the touch of your hand
smoothing the wrinkles upon my face.
Alas I am sad my dear,
summer love,
shake the fiber of my being,
rushing into my life but once again,
as I gaze upon the sun slowly sinking,
I find myself thinking of you,
Summer Love
cast aside like an old used rag
I stood vainly by
my heart in my hand
waiting and hoping
for but just one more chance.
wandering through the long days that never seem to end.
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