Do you remember a time

when it still felt new to have your lips on mine?

With the summer breeze

blowing through the trees, 

and your eyes on mine

as our fingers intertwined. 

 

How happy I had been

to be with you then. 

We sat under our tree,

with the sky as clear as the open sea. 

We were a little shy,

but as we spoke the time flew by. 

 

Soon it was time for us to go. 

We stopped seventeen times on our way home. 

When we stopped your eyes had shown. 

Since then my love for you has grown,

and although two years have gone

I know, my love, you are the one.