Summer Love

I met you on the first of June,
your heart still broken and out of tune.
Something told me "Heal her wounds and kiss her scars,
and help her break out of her iron bars."

I did the best I could, you deserved to be happy and filled with joy,
Not to be played around with...your heart is not a toy.
Your heart is so full of life, caring, and full of so much love,
How could anyone refuse it?

Your warm heart of gold, of tender and loving care,
Should have another heart beating next to it...always there.
Could my own worn heart be the one to beat with yours?
You have already opened the doors to mine, euphoria at just the sound of your name hits me.
Open is my heart for you and yours it shall always be.