Lying in the grass, so long ago,
I whispered in your ear.
As the moon made your brown eyes glow,
That I'd always want you near.
We talked about our dreams of life,
Your head cradled in my arm.
I asked you then to be my wife,
And you said yes, without a qualm.
So many years have passed away,
Since we lay on that grass.
And I love you more each passing day,
Your'e still my sweet young lass.
1/18/11 Alton Texas
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