When the Sun Kissed the Earth
I hope you remember the lips
Soft and round and moist
Warm and welcoming and giving
I hope you remember the heat
The moments and the chatting and the playing
The breaths and the journeys and the memories
I hope you remember the excitement
The planning and the waiting and the patience
The first date and the first day and the first touch
I hope you remember the meeting
I know somewhere in your book of romanticism
There is a page for us, about us
I know somewhere our ribbons of love are still tightly tied
Though never visible anymore
They never die with the changing lanes
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