Beautiful Memories
Sometimes,
As I watch the clouds drift by
In these simple Oklahoma skies
I think of how we first met.
The first time I talked to you
I was taken by our eyes
Bluer than the ocean blue
Bluer than any other hue
I have ever seen before.
I first time you held my hand
There was an electricity so intense
If it were from any other source
It would have hurt.
Its the little things
That I remember the most.
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