The Harbor wind's played on in our hearts
As we bobbed in our baby dinghy in the blue bay.
All sea sun long we sailed on with

At times you stop and ask me, " Do you love me like before,
When you sent me flowers twice a week and love notes to adore?",
I

I know you have heard this song before:

The song of love joy and evermore,

But this music is different as it's more mature.

Love hurts

When it blooms and is then snatched away
When once radiant skies turn dismal and grey

When a bountiful summer, the

Gentle Minds

I have a love that seems to know
The poems of my mind
She says that when she thinks of me
All that she can