You Sorta Make Me Think of a Summer's Day: Valentine's Day Poem

You're hot like one, but not as sweaty.

We get a lot of rains and storms in May,

And summer days shred just like confetti:

Sometimes the sun is just too doggoned hot,

And many times it doesn't even shine,

And fair-skinned girls get more sun than they thought,

And then their skin doesn't look so fine

As they get old and their skin gets taut.

But you will ever be my summer dream

And your skin will be as clear, unlined and fair;

And you'll never look like Death is on the scene

Even when you are old and sagging here and there.

As long as people live and they can see

They'll read this poem and that's the way you'll be.