April 17, 2013

KISSING YOU IN A FIELD ON THE FOURTH OF JULY

I remember kissing you in a field
on the Fourth of July
way back when we were
young and foolish and crazy in love.

I remember how your lips felt
so warm and tender against mine
softly kissing in a field
on the Fourth of July.

I remember how you held my hand as
we steeled away to sneak those kisses
way back when we were young
and foolish and crazy in love.

I remember your arms around me
holding me tight, and oh, so close
as we kissed in a field
on the Fourth of July.

I long for those days when we would sneak
away to kiss in a field on the Fourth of July.
When we were young and foolish
and crazy in love.

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