this isn't really a poem

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                I remember lying in the grass with you one day after school. You were wearing a yellow sundress. It wasn't too hot, and a gentle breeze made your hair flow softly across your face. We lied in the warm green grass, not saying anything. Enjoying every breath of life that the world bequeathed unto us. The birds sang and the squirrels chased each other, and we just lied there in the warm green grass, watching each other.

                The wind in the trees made a soft rustling melody that reminded me of the mountains where I grew up. And you, my goodness, the way you looked that day would have made the angels jealous. The love in your eyes filled my heart with a lifetime's worth of serenity. That was the happiest I ever felt with you. Not during our fancy dinners. Not during the times we snuck off in my truck to make love... but that summer day lying in the warm green grass. In that moment, I loved you more than ever. And I felt something that I hadn't felt often in my life. I loved myself.

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