Sam had long brown hair with flicks of blonde
That flashed brilliantly in the light.
She had a rounded jaw which could never cause offence,
But a mouth that always did.

I loved Sam for her unassuming manner,
Her snaps of genius and stupidity,
And her beautiful smile that was like a candle in a blackout.
She was my own little summer.

Sam came over between the oranges and apples
When the summer was in full flow,
Like a cool breeze on the sweltering eves and
A hat for the occasional rain.

Summer of Sam didn't end but faded silently into autumn
And the apples I would have loved to share.
She sent her love but it got lost in the mail
And only a brief tan kept her memory green.