She is my summer.

Her hair is the golden rays of a summer morning lying across my chest.

She looks up at me and her eyes are the pale blue of a hot summer sky.

I smile at her and she smiles back. Her faces lights up like the noon sun.

She is my summer. Her breath on my neck like a hot summer breeze.

She is my summer. Her kiss on my lips ignites a fire in my soul.

She is my summer. She is my life, my passion, my soul.

She is my summer. She is my wife. And I love her.