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My Sweet Memories of You

When we get older, weak and grey We will look back upon the day When we were young and full of spring An oh the happiness it will bring All of the memories, but the most precious yet Was the very first day that you and I met You were too shy to even hold my hand And we would both look down, as we walked in the sand At that night, you kept staring right at my lips You kissed my so gently while grabbing my hips The night could not hide your cheeks full of red The light in your eyes was strong enough to raise the dead My dear, I will always know that I love you You were the very first true love that i knew And till the end of time I will always say That our memories and past, make us who we are today.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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