Summertime is coming
With all its joys and charms
The sun is showering
Warm caresses on bare arms.
No longer a young girl but soon a woman
She is waiting, waiting... for the summer to end,
slightly afraid to feel
The sweetness in the air.
Yet she tries, and to look good,
steps outside to confront this light which she fears.
She has put on her best dress,
And wears her hat like a tiara.
The door is open. She has surrendered
To this beautiful enemy.
Timidly, the pretty woman
Looks him into the eyes.
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