Me and the tree
Behind that majestic old oak tree, we first met...
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The minutes stops every time I see your smile...
Innocent eyes
Innocent hearts...
If you will leave me hanging
I will die, die, die...
Yes.
I remember then...
You, who observed that good lady
During sunsets of late summer's height...
Arctic romance tempts
as innocence slowly melts...
I look at you with a smile on my face
For finally you and I have a place...
It all began about 60 years ago,
On a very special summers day...
When a car eventually speeds by on an abandoned...
trembles vehemently and sighs with great fervor...
A cold dread, the warmth has seeped.
A wondering question leaving me...
An ember,
Kindled gently...