Summer love is such a gentle thing
Like strolling hand in hand by a lake in the park
A place where people surround their joy of sunshine Sundays
With a cooling breeze coming off the water

Summer love is holding you in awe
Tenderly watching you as you laugh at the antics
Of children playing with a clown of a dog
Who jumps in and out of the water to fetch a stick

A bit of a hack canine actor that dog
Playfully dipping then slipping out to shake himself
Sending showers of careless splume all over your legs
Summer love, your squeals of delight and the laughter
Of those children

Summer love is me standing close to you
As we wait at the jetty side kiosk
To buy vanilla ice cream in paper cups
Summer love is my wonder at the beauty
Of your bare freckled shoulders, sunshine summer is you

Summer is a June time bride with flowers in her bouquet
Pale cream Roses and deep blue Iris
To accentuate the sunkissed gold of her hair
Summer love is bells ringing, children waiting for the fun to begin

Summer love is the river at evening as we, newly emerged
From a secret love bower in long green grass
Walk in silence, daring not to speak, for fear of spoiling
The  intrinsic beauty of what occured out there in the meadow

Summer love is gentle kisses and eye contact paradise
Is tiny buttons undone and unslipped lingerie
Summer love belongs to you and me