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As I open a dusty covered scrapbook,
Where sweet memories are kept still,
I turn the pages, one at a time,
Till I reach the ones I still embrace.
When my hand clenched in yours,
That is when I gave you my love,
And when our lips softly touched,
That is when I gave you my heart.
My head still leans upon your shoulder,
For that is when you made me feel whole,
And as I gaze in the sky so blue,
I hear melodies that remind me of you.
A gifted voice I never had,
Yet when I sang for you, and only you,
Your lips would unfold the sweetest smile,
And I continued on for at least a mile.
Time spent with love... so very precious,
We may not be able to go back and relive it,
Though, when kept in a safe place,
You can carry on the memories you cherish.
Let us raise a cup of sweetness,
And drink to all the love and friendship,
As we sing to those melodies of old,
The ones that remind us of you and me.
Yana "Janie" Petkov
14th February 2010
"In My Life" ~ The Beatles
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