I couldn't get up the courage,
To hold her hand.
Not enough vinegar,
And too little sand.
Then she looked straight at me,
With those amber eyes.
And smiled at me,
And to my surprise.
She reached out her hand,
And took hold of mine.
And she squeezed it tight,
And it felt so fine.
And she whispered love me,
Cause I can forget.
Now I thank the Lord daily,
For the day we met.
3/8/11 Alton Texas
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