Do you still remember them? Those summer days?
That endless feeling of eternal, everlasting exemption?
That snug warmth hitting your toes, that split-second sensation
of bliss, like vines curling up your body, the sun’s golden rays.
That walk, I still remember, will always remember, on that morning
It was a Sunday, I believe, too early, too cold, yet we walked.
Going nowhere in particular, just walked, just talked.
Our bare feet moist from dew, we cherished everything.
Do you still remember them? Those summer nights?
Our bodies entwined underneath the stars, the combination
Of our breaths misting gray against the sky, our infatuation
Discreet, hidden, fogged up and out of everyone else’s sights.
What fools we were, what a fool I was, thinking things would last,
All those days, nights, now they’re simply just a memory in the past.
the last couple of lines I find really corny, but I just don't know how to rephrase them in a less generic way without losing the rhyme.
