Reflections

As time goes by,
Like it always does,
I think of you
And how it was.

Your bright green eyes
That sparkle and shine;
Your short black hair,
So unlike mine.

That suit you wore
To our first dance;
I'd ask you again
If you'd give me the chance.

And our first kiss
On that perfect night;
It felt so real
And oh so right.

The time you tried
To sing that song;
So off tune
And truly wrong.

The picnic lunch
You loved so much;
With sweet apple pie
And your favorite punch.

But the times
I loved the most,
Were riding the horses
Along the coast.

Now as I sit here
In my chair;
I watch you as you
Comb your hair.

I remember
The times we shared.
Don't you think
We were perfectly paired?

- k.c. ramey 1/13/98

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