you had the first touch my hand trembled against
you were a guest of wind
I could never meet your eye
Shy as rain, glances cast down
your eyes smiled the brightest smile
I hadn't known even lips could
Our love had the fragrance of sweet summer roses
It was a different time
It was its own emotion
It was a life loved
It was alive
It was a heart drunk in love
It was free
It was chatter
It was pain
It was all and ever
It was over
My love
had the fragrance of summer roses
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