Summer Fling

A nightingale came from nowhere sang. Its voice...captivating, alluring, enchanting. It was a bright day when I first saw it...its face radiating under the trees as if reflecting the beams of the sun. A day and then a week...not bad and yet not good. Perhaps it could be left that way..the first glance, a few hello, the shake hands and his cheeks against mine. Let it be MY summer fling...for he knew nothing about this feeling.