Golden Days with Lemon Sun!

I will not deceive you and say, that
I never wished for balmy summer nights
To stay. Yet, My Love,
Golden days with lemon sun
Are what my tunes really yearn;
When your coffee skin glistens like
fresh silt, kissed by the fickle brine,
and the horizon envious of the sight
treacherously does with the real entwine!
But Oh Lovely One! I swear, I swear
I had then heard the night bird sing
Weaving tunes off salty breeze, that
once had sighed against cities at seize;
Perched up on the highest tower,
Ignorant of its beauty, as a sinful flower!
I will still not deceive you and say, that
I never wished for balmy summer nights
To stay. Yet,  My Love
Golden days with lemon sun
Are what my tunes really yearn;