An Unopened Book
First Night
The first night you met her,
her hair fell just right.
You have tried to remember,
every detail of that night.
but, just like old photographs,
your memory begins to fade.
You will struggle to remember,
the beauty of her face.
You may not remember,
the way her hair fell just right,
The details may become hazy,
when you try to recall that night.
You may not remember everything.
But, you will remember,
how she changed your life.
D. Cody Herring
Copyright ©2003 D. Cody Herring
her hair fell just right.
You have tried to remember,
every detail of that night.
but, just like old photographs,
your memory begins to fade.
You will struggle to remember,
the beauty of her face.
You may not remember,
the way her hair fell just right,
The details may become hazy,
when you try to recall that night.
You may not remember everything.
But, you will remember,
how she changed your life.
D. Cody Herring
Copyright ©2003 D. Cody Herring
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