You, My Dear

Many eons ago,
When I lived,
A sweet kid
In an open house,
It was a summer of
Many doors,
Leading to you.
To your adored kisses,
All over the neck,
The raindrop
On the windowscreen,
Of a racing car.
Yes love,
To run into your room,
Silly star like,
Splashed on the sky,
All over my face.
Dewdrops and ash,
As they would clash,
The noon after rain,
Striking each other.
You, my dear,
Left me no more a kid.
It was a green summer,
Of muddy puddles,
And dear disguises.