looking back over the shoulder of time,
i remember when you were mine.
all the innocence in your kisses,
was all i needed to know i wanted to be your misses.
the marching band of time only moves forward,
we were silly to think we could keep our love as a reward.
years erased the taste of your tongue on mine,
but i still long for our last summer time.
memories run around the corridors of my mind,
your laughter, my tears, all of our fears on rewind.
we didn't know any better,
the folly of our youth made a good lifetime movie.
the parental units were wise,
they held back their discontented cries.
they let us burn out instead of fading away,
the only most passionate of loves end that way.
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