She was a girl from San Francisco. He was a cowboy from the California foothills. Met by chance, brought together through letters. And though the lovers are gone, the letters remain. This is their love story. And mine.
She was a girl from San Francisco. He was a cowboy from the California foothills. Met by chance, brought together through letters. And though the lovers are gone, the letters remain. This is their love story. And mine.
A hidden love,
so sweet and beautifully innocent.
The sun for her was not the ball of fire,
but his presence in her life.
It was a gesture of a smile, four years ago,
yet she was caught deep inside.
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