It Would Be Summer

It would be summer, just for effect.
The season suits you.
Each summer morning is born pure and perfect,
As were you.
It really brings out the fact that you're too clever
For me.
I can't keep up with you in this weather.
It's the heat.
Your darting words leave me in stitches,
Fly on by.
I miss them all, like breaking pitches,
Though I try.