You are…

Still my Summer’s wish.

And yes, you mean everything

You believed you did,

To me.

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?