acrostic :-* for Sean-David Cunningham -S-till this music warms me l-E-t the summer come once more se-A-led it with a kiss we k-N-ew its truth, it was for sure that -D-ays spent here, we'd miss when l-A-te night thoughts anticipate lips mo-V-ing, wanting, pressed in this m-I-nd, too longs the wait for these -D-reams to be confessed I should ac-C-ept the space between that last to-U-ch, our next embrace with all my mi-N-d must spot the means once more to fi-N-d its place remember lying -I-n those arms quiet whispers i-N- the night we no longer havin-G- use for charms cause it felt so rig-H-t and I knew from the st-A-rt he'd be the one who held -M-y heart 030207 what's it to you? who go blather from