Still my Summer’s wish.
And yes, you mean everything
You believed you did,
You are… Still so wondrous.
A practical deity,
You are my Goddess,
And this is a promise I don’t make so thoughtlessly.
Daily, I visit your temple.
Nightly, I reminisce.
May these confessions reveal to you
Who I am, and what I have to give.
Than these impressions
You have left against my chest,
What is deeper, and more coveted?