She was a woman that I knew,
When I was young
And she was younger.
A blur of love or maybe less.
Infatuation colors the minds of the young
Bright streaks of scarlet, hues of gray
And everyday a new rainbow.
And sorrows piled high in the shiny
Barrow of the young.
Her eyes so blue, her face a mask
Of beauty and smiles,
That touched my heart
And rested in my needs. Oh, yes!
A summer swim in sun so bright
It burned the imagination,
And water so cool even the air glistened
Hello my darling.
Goodbye my love.
And now that I am old,
Near forgotten love
Bends me to the days
When I was young
And she was younger.
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