HOT SUMMER NIGHT

I saw you one summer night,

was it a fairytail,

Or maybe a dream,

Something special was between us, a simple gesture shared

Something held only between you and I,

But like every story it came to an end

Or maybe as the fantasy simply faded and died

I found myself reaching for you,

Nothing remainded, you faded faded away.


Paint me into your portrait,

Or maybe plant me in your rose garden,

A faded love is still a love,

Something special, something sacred.


But as memories fade like your portraite,

And as winter claims the garden,

I'll remember what was between us

Even if you and I simply fade with the morning light.