Was it love or infatuation tame,
A warm feeling but no real name,
Many years ago, a summer day,
When I first felt the enchanting flame.

Soft as a breeze, bright as a sun ray,
It's true indeed, about what they say,
Gossamer glow through your heart does lace,
Light the nights and chasing blues away.

Many summers since I left that place,
Can't even clearly recall his face,
But warmth of that memory's the same,
And it still can set my heart to race.