Juliette

Beautiful

Confident

She was red lipstick

A self-assured smile

She was flowy dresses

Bare feet

And her laugh

That beautiful laugh

I was head over heels 

In love

The first time I heard it

Euphoric

Drunk with summer recklessness

We kissed

The sheer intensity 

Of love

Of passion

That we felt

That summer

Was overwhelming

The sunny hills

Of Italy

Could not 

Contain our love

I was certain

That our adoration

Of each other

Could proclaim itself

From the treetops

Every day, 

Every last drop 

Of summer

We soaked up

Obsessed with 

The talks we had

The picnics we shared

The early morning

Races through the 

Dewy grass

But good things

Never seem to last

She was gone 

When autumn came

I thought of her today

Today I am married, 

And happy

But still, 

A simple glance at 

A photograph

Sends me back

To those days

Spent by her side

Breathing her in

Intoxicated 

Under the summer’s

Spell