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Her honey blond hair

framed a face so fair,

As we lay there beneath the stars

looking at the moon and passing cars.



No cares had we

In each other arms to be,

was our world that night

with time taking flight.



She asked had I been kissed before

and I said "a hundred times or more"

Sitting cross-legged in the grass

With my head in her lap

she leaned over and we kissed.

One hundred times and not a one missed.

Those tender kisses I wished never to end,

Cut short when mom yelled, "Time to come in!"



I remember when they moved away

I was so distraught all that day.

With her I wanted to wed

But thirteen was too young, so they said.



I never saw her after that,

Always wondered where she was at.

If she still cherished that time

Sitting in the grass when

I was hers and she was mine.