An August day that lives in memory
That summer day in 'fifty eight when providence found me a mate Neither of us knew then,what was then to be from passion, love,was brought forth from me Attraction's magnet drew us together nothing, was ever,our love to sever In memory that day still glows bright she, remains, that same first love in my sight Still, she is my beautiful valentine her constant love stays mine..mine..mine
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