A Humble Attempt

I could say you’re like a warm day in June,

But that’s not right, for all summers must end.

The air gets cold, the sunlight fades past noon,

And before long, school lurks around the bend.

When I look at the sun, it hurts my eyes,

Until it disappears behind a cloud,

And golden beauty turns to stormy skies,

The heavens screaming all their woes aloud.

But your bright sky never becomes too dark,

And your twin oceans never lose their shine;

Three knocks may come, the hounds of hell may bark,

But Fate can never truly cut your line.

These words I write are plain for all to view,

Forever singing what I think of you.