Easter was upon us
And we were talking
As we had not done for a long time
"It feels so good" I said
"I feel so cold" said she
I wrapped her in my arms
Squeezed tightly and we walked on
Easter was upon us
And as we walked,
we spoke Of things we thought were long forgotten
"That sounds so nice" I said
"What do you hear? " said she
Inside I smiled at her innocence
As the church bells rang aloud
Easter was upon us
And the last of the daffodils
Bowed their heads as we passed by
"It's the not knowing" I said
"I know" said she
And as we stopped, she kissed me,
Like she did in the beginning.
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