Memories
like an old family film
I see our days in black and whitememories to relive
we can savor bite by bite
the precious subtle glances
the fireworks in your touch
the romance in your advances
each memory means so much
they're memories we're making
and more to come I'm sure
I look forward, the road we're taking
the past becomes a blur


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