Month of June

I can never forget
that month of June,
When in the rain,
I was kissing my moon.

Dressed in white
was my only desire.
The cool breeze was burning
our hearts on fire.

I was no longer
on my feet.
Her love was enough
for me to breathe.

The depths of the rivers
and colors of the skies,
the world of my dreams
was springing up in her eyes.

I was under
the spell of my doll,
and the rest of it -
was not too bad at all.