Love songs touching hearts of gold
Makes us cry as we grow old
This is a memory of the passed
Of lovers that we once had
Bringing a smile to our face
It takes us back to that place
Were that romance first began
Walking round holding hands
The words are burnt in our brain
For there they will all remain
Simple things in life are free
I know you all feel the same as me
Chellaston
28 06 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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