The summer, the follies, the turns
Your words, your feelings, your burns
The exuberance from this brief start
Splintered a crevice deep in my heart
Chance took me by a quick surprise
Whispered into my ear soothing lies
Opened my eyes to an empty room
Holding my chest to heal this wound
Nicely done, love hurts, it seems. Rather deception? This piece had a good flow so I thought that it might had a syllable count. however, it is free style so it took me by surprised.