Altered Love

Aesthetic is your love, flawless, like the summertime.
Such a preferable love, promises and parols I cant blank out...
As I dream of it, I can only reckon what it was sometime when...

Attritioning is your love, like the summer,
leaves will drop on the footing,
frigid days the new season is putting.
No indirections of last week,
last month, last season...
that is your love,
nameless is the reason...

If only the summer had spoken,
my heart is broken.
Your love smoldering in me for a dead light,
out of sight.
Unforgettable love,
but maybe it's destined to be...
Irrecoverable, never to be revealed in other,
a diverse love, still in it I leach...
Deceased is your love, forever out of reach...