Edwina Reizer (12/22/1937 / LAKEWOOD, NJ)
There Was A Beau
One time in the month of September
There was a beau I do remember.
There he was with pleasures bright
and there was I filled with fright.
Afraid to give my heart away
I let my fear get in the way.
I closed my eyes. He asked for naught.
I opened my eyes and never forgot.
When September comes every year
I remember the beau, not the fear.
My fear is gone. Love please return.
For still my heart for you does yearn.
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