I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl, From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl, Iโd love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl, But Iโm never warm enough for my lovely summer girl, Itโs summer when she smiles, Iโm laughing like a child, Itโs the summer of our lives; weโll contain it for a while She holds the heat, the breeze of summer in the circle of her hand Iโd be happy with this summer if itโs all we ever had.
Maggie Stiefvater