I've hated summers since I was a kid
how i loathe the bugs and intolerable heat
no spring flowers and no autumn leaves
but thanks to summer, he rolls up his sleeves
my eyes yearn for a look, they glance, they peek
oh I LOVE when he smiles, even more when he speaks
four eyes wandering, two hearts confused
I don't even know the guy I've just mused
yet I feel like copying every move that he makes
want a dimple when i smile, I try to write with my left
my admiration for him is filled to the brim
wish he drowned in my eyes, but he knows how to swim