She comes to me when I'm alone.
Her memories here. It's never gone.
Pretty girl in blue jeans. Halter top and mood rings.
She was my first love . But not my last love.
But you are the only love that keeps coming back to me.
You have a smile that could melt my heart.
For some reason we had to part.
But whenever you come to visit me.
You're in the skirt above the knee.
White silk blouse that you loved to wear.
Running fingers through your long black hair.
I'm so glad you come to me.
Even in a memory. For when you come even for a while.
You're always sure to bring a smile.
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