The One That Got Away

I think she knew, I wasn’t sure, About the way I felt, That every time she spoke to me, My heart would almost melt. Her long dark hair enchanted me, I loved her perfect smile, We’d talk meaningless trivia, So I could stay a while. I once sent her a valentine, The words I still recall, But I was shy and nervous then, Her, confident and tall. On holiday, a postcard, I did send to her address, Perhaps if I had asked her out, She’d maybe have said yes. Few years ago I found out, That she lives in USA, She’s something of an expert, In corrosion so they say. She told me of her children, And I told her about mine, I asked if she recalled me, Yes, her memory was fine. So she’s the one who got away, Though never cruel or mean, But last time that I saw her, We were both only sixteen!