The heat of the day, like a love gone astray,
Is painful, exhausting, and intense.
And no one can say, if it will stay,
Or if it will always dispense.
The heat of the sun, is fooling no one,
It’s really just killing us slowly.
If we stay or we run, the damage is done,
Like lost love, it consumes us wholly.
As heat starting fires, love sparks my desires,
And I pray, ‘May this one please last?...