Remind me
Remind me of them days
That you used to kiss me passionately
The deep French kiss
Then pecks could follow
The days you we walked in the streets
Holding hands,
With great zeal of love
Those days with great memories
On our usual meeting point
You could carry with you chocolates
And a package of roses
The old days
When love was meaningful
Everything about it sensible
The love, I wholly enjoyed
*©Joy coppyz*
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