Loving every moment then,
Walks across a crowded beach,
If only to go back again,
The past is sadly out of reach.
Holding hands on fairground rides,
Screams of laughter filled the air,
You were there right by my side,
We were young without a care.
The years have parted us it seems,
Walks I take now all alone,
I see you now in my sweet dreams,
Precious moments now your gone.
Jayne Louise Davies
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