Memories of you,
are buried so,
deep in my heart.
Such a smile,
you carried,
with your sweet soul.
Nineteen-Sixty-Nine
we were so,
young my dear.
What a summer,
we shared that year,
of perfective memories.
Still loving you,
even as time,
closes in on us.
wrote 8-30-07 about the year my wife and i started going steady.
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