Every short text you sent
Every note you wrote to me
Every moment we spent
Those little things that made me see
The joy of being in love with thee
Had gone and passed
Like a gentle cold breeze in May
Which blows once in a while
To caress a farmer who works in his field
On a warm summer day.
That day we said goodbye
In my arms you lay
For a thousand times we kissed
For old times sake
Not a word to say
So you left without a word
But darling do remember
Once in your life
You did love me
And I loved you more.
(Friday, September 7, 2012 at 10:55am)
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