The song that I sing,
sounds of love making
are all but a dream
when I think of you.
Flowers on a hill
and grass green,
are all visualized
by my memories.
There in my heart
to be used by the mind,
when sorrow creeps in
I begin to write in rhyme.
Words of love
I feel for you,
scripted in the heavens
above the skies blue.
These are my memories
they are mine to keep,
to use when I need them
to see this day through.
I take to the stars
to the moon at night
knowing that they are shining
down on you tonight.
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