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| I'll always remember | |
| By joycekirkby | ||||||||||
| 08 December 2006 | ||||||||||
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A romantic poeam, a terzanelle poem That was a day I’ll always remember, When I first laid eyes on my one true love. The leaves turning brown, in late September. A bitter wind blew, dark clouds loomed above, The shadowy trees looked barren and stark, When I first laid my eyes on my one true love. His dark eyes danced with a mischievous spark, That was the moment, the one long ago, The shadowy trees looked barren and stark. The crisp autumn air had made his cheeks glow, His collar pulled close to keep out the cold. That was the moment, the one long ago. Something on that day made me feel quite bold, Perhaps it was the way he looked at me, His collar pulled up close to keep out the cold. I stopped to chat on that bench near the tree, That was a day I’ll always remember. Perhaps it was the way he looked at me, The leaves turning brown, in late September.
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