Saturday, February 18, 2012

Lost and Found

Little sticky hands that hug
Apple juice stains on the rug
Naptimes quiet as the snow
Dark memories from long ago

Initials carved into the tree
What it was like just you and me
Midnight dancing nightlife fun
I love you more than anyone

The way I used to look at you
The way you used to want me too
The love that brought us to
The way we are

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