Infatuated by her fragrance... br And the apples of her cheeks br She drew him in as a moth to a flame; br In a garden-where only lovers arms embrace; br Near a pond-where mirrored bodies reflect; br Entwined in the emerald tendrils of grass br Only the breeze knows of their splendor; br Summer is like a never ending fire-you know... br Where reckless abandon-never sleeps br But stirs-wide awake-as the summer sun at high noon; br br br br By: Theodora Onken br br March 14,2012 br br Dedicated to love and lovers everywhere.