It's now 53 years since that memorable night
Holding hands and letting passion shine through like a beam of light
Dressed in japanese satin and white
A work of art she was when I finally looked into her eyes
I don't remember much, just sweet words and such
But I remember that walk we had
Under the gloomy night of cloud and soothing love crying out loud
A steady lake breeze and few birds echo in mind
Wet lips and warm chests, trembling hands and wishes of doing it all
I too can't recall whether it was love or just divine lust
But it's a memory I must continue to hold onto
And I still hope you recall too
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