Monday, October 03, 2005

Memories

like an old family film
I see our days in black and white
memories 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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