I'll think of him

His very name is muggy skies
and wet September days
And every time the sky turns gray
I'll think of him
I'll think of him

His eyes recall eternal warmth
like chestnuts in a fire
I can't go camping anymore
because I'll think of him
I'll think of him

His freckles stand out
like the sun
and the moon
I guess I won't be stargazing for awhile
I'll think of him
I'll think of him

His smile's as crisp as new fallen snow
and I love snow so very much
I guess snowmen will taunt my future
because I'll think of him
I'll think of him

And I know I'm being pathetic
I know that this'll pass
I know I won't feel this way forever
But for now
I'll think of him
I'll think of him