a day with you, a season...
when flowers bloom, for no reason...
the bees do fly,
in the flowers they pry...
to find nectar, in the sun do glisten...
a season with you, a day..
where the kids, all happy and gay..
with the sun in the sky,
oh how lucky am i..
i'm so happy, i've got nothing to say..
every second past, deserves another..
past seems like seconds, as we remember..
as the photos yellow,
and i, a grey, old, fellow
i'll still love you,
as i did forever...
by myloh
19.october.2004
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