Do you remember our last summer
a memorable season we spent under the trees
the first time we talked
how awkward were we
That night we sat together
under the shining stars
thinking of the future
my, did we dream far
When we laid side by side
Under the pile of covers
hiding from the cold of the rain
the crystal like droplets falling on the window pane
When we laughed along
as we had those long walks
my, oh my
how I loved our talks
The secrets we shared
about the things you used to do
you reached out for my hand
When we had that dinner for two
The night I found you crying
the night we talked it through
the night things were revealed
the night I knew I found you
I smile to myself as I think of last June
When our love under the dark sky
Was witnessed by the moon
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CHAMBER OF MEMORIES
RomanceThe act of arranging short fictional bursts of emotion to serve the purpose of homes; as a shelter for the lost and lonely. And to those who call themselves the happy ones, Nice try, but we know the truth.
