Oh for those happy days, when we first met
That smile on your face, my furtive glance, the 21st of the month
Your visit the next day,” just passing through”
Oh, that our love is no more
Your voice on the phone, magical and so silver smooth.
My heart did beat to cupid’s tune when we first spoke
Stumbling over my words, not trying to get hurt.
Then picking you up in my old black car, for dinner that night.
Oh so long, that our love is no more.
A walk by the park under the trees
Stopping by the large, old majestic tree, our tree.
Sitting on the bench, feeling the amber glow of the sunset
Hand in hand, gazing eye to eye, sitting side by side as countless generations before us had.
Oh can you believe that our love is no more.
Then you were gone, back to your cold foreign world.
Your surprise call, your lonely walk, where you could not get me out of your mind.
I accepted your spontaneous love, hoping I could love you in time, too
Talking night after night on the phone, of our future to come
How happy you were to receive my gift of the leaf from our tree
It hurts me to this day, that our love is no more
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