My life’s love is a tender memory,
days and thoughts gone by.
Holding hands, kissing lips,
gazing at the stars in the sky.

Wondrous years still come to mind,
with thoughts of my honey, my dear.
Still my true love, thank heavens above,
so glad that she’s still near.

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Life’s love is a tender memory,
dreams of days gone by.
Kissing lips, finger tips,
gazing at the stars in the sky.

Wondrous years still come to mind,
with thoughts of my honey, my dear.
Still my first love, thank heavens above,
It’s not just a dream It’s not just a dream
– She’s here