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I remember that white sweater you wore the first day I saw you
A private study room for two, pumpkin spice latte, maybe just a few
That first day you sat by me, MK watch, tan Chloe?? glasses
A white dress, a warm heart the first day of summer classes
Purple ear plugs and blue dresses
Ralph Lauren Sandals
And
Little college girl stresses
That black skirt and dark eyeliner
Those clothes we wore were designer
That night I touched your hips
The first night you kissed my lips
Cool breeze, real fine
Embracing in the hot July
I wished that day, I wished I might
Be next to you every night
Thoughtful gestures, quite times
Someone pestered, we paid no mind
Honestly, it was quite sublime
At Salu?? for happy hour
Time spent with friends that never soured
Lake front evenings spent side by side
Two people with nothing to hide
Two soft voices into the night
Conversations upbeat, so light
You wouldn't ever see them fight
Squeaky park swings, ferris wheel
Filet mignon, great groupon deal
Romantic night at Bacchanal
Morton's, Chophouse, went to them all
Her eyes, joy
Brown button nose, coy
A supple mouth with skin so fair
Adorned by long dark silky hair
Never used him, treated him well
He, her song bird??_ Her, his June bell
But, the romance got vanilla
Wait, how can that be
This is a romantic thrilla
Her love for him was the essence
Gentle kindness was his presence
The pink and black bands they had worn
That confidence was not ignored
I remember a happy girl
And her meek and mild young man
They once strolled across the white sand
Pensacola beach, hand in hand
They always danced the night away
They shared affection every day
They did everything together
Would she tear him down? No, never
A part of his heart forever
That's what I remember??_