You may not.
For a summers day,
In its heat
In its radiance,
Is forever fleeting.
Compare me instead
To its memory,
Its caress
And its sentiment
That's always lingering.
This way it shall remain,
No matter how distant,
Ever present;
Ever lasting,
Ever fond.
In the same manner
As I'll abide,
If not in your heart
In your mind.
Without season or time.
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Very very lovely poem. Nicely written!