The Hot Day

My love for his embrace is like a day,

and yet the ball hits me square in the chest.

The passion that we shared in the month, May

and yet I confessed my love to him.

We cheer together in a great party

as our love does not want to fade away.

We knew that our bond had no guarantee

and yet this love game was quite underway.

His eyes shifted away to his desires

as he finds a way to play the love game.

My faith in him expires when I show him

that not every woman can proclaim love.

The hot day harbors the anger inside

as he seems to be implied in my life