Hayfever (Redrafted)

Summer, I love her
and I'd never leave her
though I've discovered
that I have hayfever.

 

Love her red roses
though I get red rashes
and my poor nose is
so runny it splashes.

 

Love her gold sunshine
so much its like riches
in this heart of mine
even when it itches.

 

Love her bees, busy
though it gives me hives.
Oh she makes me dizzy
but feel so alive.

 

Feel like a boy;
one of Earths sons and daughters.
I'd weep with joy
if my eyes didn't water.

 

If I wasn't sneezy
and stuffy I'd cheer;
be so bright and breezy
that Summer is here.