Kisses Under a Summer’s Sun

I’m remembering your kisses under a summer’s sun
when I was just seventeen years old and so in love with you
few things in my life ever compared to those kisses
but thinking back, those kisses were bittersweet
when I think about how you cheated on me
and tears fell from my eyes under a desolate winter’s sun.

Bob Boyd

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