Long ago, when there were kisses,
before I changed from Miss to Mrs.
Just the thought of holding him...
Knees would buckle, head would swim,
Mind would suddenly turn dim,
Eyes would gaze at stars on whim.
Hands would tremble, heart would flutter
Words would halt and start to stutter;
Then, smilingly he'd sweetly utter
words as smooth as golden butter.
And I'd float back to my senses,
But lost were all my few defences.
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