When the Sun Kissed the Earth

I hope you remember the lips Soft and round and moist Warm and welcoming and giving I hope you remember the heat The moments and the chatting and the playing The breaths and the journeys and the memories I hope you remember the excitement The planning and the waiting and the patience The first date and the first day and the first touch I hope you remember the meeting I know somewhere in your book of romanticism There is a page for us, about us I know somewhere our ribbons of love are still tightly tied Though never visible anymore They never die with the changing lanes