It Happend On a Misty Morning
Wettened by the mornings dew
Closely spaced where rows of roses grew
Footprints stained the cobblestone
Where my love and I had walked, alone
Tears and roses were left behind
As I remember a love defined
That special night along the sand
As we made love, I held your hand
(The first Stanza is by Charles Messina)
Edited 9/17/23
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