full title:
"(Summer Solstice) Taping the Broken Parts Together" (c)
this is part 2 of a 4 part series of visual poetry
mirroring troubled true love with the middle of the seasons.

Other Parts;
Part 1:
"(Spring Equinox) Through the Bad Fortune of Me and Her"
[link]
Part 3:
"(Autumn Equinox) Shadows Are Too Weak To Grip
And Too Strong To Weep"
[link]
Part 4:
"(Winter Solstice) True Love Is As Mad As Caged Birds
But As Warm As A Million Fireflies"
[link]

The awesome vintage stock image [link]
was found at this resourceful vintage stock page:

Not much was needed doing too it.
Just used the oil paint effect again,
sharpened the colours and used the median filter.

The words are again my own.
"Even though the world wears us
away in winter you cry with me.
Not letting go till we've cried it all out.
The funeral of the sun became
the rebirth of our love.
Like summer kisses burying
the things that scare me."
(c) *DrowningByWords

Full poem is submitted as A Little, A lot Or Not At All [link]