Summer has come so quickly ,days,months and years have rushed by,
I have kept the door of my heart closed, yet their are moments when I fear to hear yur voice,
For what i might do or say,or what i might hope for,
I think the dream of you is far behind,the truth of you forbidden,
If I let my mind wander,maybe this is part of the great sleep,just a dream,
Shall I wake,no For if I wake you will disappear once again,
And I dread the thought that you might not return.
These are my nights without you.