Burt Poole (2/19/1923 - 5/16/2012 / North Carolina)
It Was Just You
It wasn’t the music, it wasn’t the moon
It wasn’t the garden, with its flowers in bloom.
It wasn’t the stars or the soft breeze that blew,
It was none of these things dear, it was just YOU
I’ll admit this setting helped to bring about romance,
But I’m sure I’d have kissed you just the same,
The first time I got the chance.
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