Cherished Moments Locked In Like Flint
Cherished Moments Locked In Like Flint
You were my first cup of wine with a kick
As we sat there watching a horror flick
O' but were you not a beautiful sight
And I, wild young I, so lucky that night
Cherished moments locked in like flint
What a world I found, I had not a hint!
Hidden away such a sweet precious truth.
Taste of greatest pleasure found in my youth.
I loved you then and yet do today
I remember all, tho' now old and gray
Thrill of seeing your glamorous long legs
Curves that could make any guy up and beg
Cherished moments locked in like flint
What a world I found, I had not a hint!
Hidden away such a sweet precious truth.
Taste of greatest pleasure found in my youth.
Promise, tonight you will be in my dreams
You with that smile those bluest eyes that gleam
And delicious taste of your hot, hot kiss
For all of the world's gold, I would not miss
Cherished moments locked in like flint
What a world I found, I had not a hint!
Hidden away such a sweet precious truth.
Taste of greatest pleasure found in my youth.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-18-2021
Romanticism
Note:
Such was not a dream, although was so very long ago
that quite often it seems that it was. Young and reckless
I let that treasure slip away. Perhaps for the best, as I was
wild, wild and out for more and more treasure! Youth
its greatest and often its saddest commodity is its abject
and pitiful blindness…..
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