Remember the summer of 1969?
He can’t get her face out of his mind,
The gleaming eyes and her smile so divine,
At the age of 17, love was kind,
Their love was innocent so were their hearts,
Nothing was right or wrong,
However the passion to master the art,
The art to love and to be loved lifelong,
Behind the trees,
Beneath the stars,
They held hands,
They vowed never to be apart,
Life is time,
They tried to rhyme,
And there they were,
Savoring love,
With the burning scars.
Can they forget the Summer 1969?
Delights of the young love re-defined,
Cherishing each other every single day,
Young love evaded the uncertainty on its way,
For them, love was a fairy-tale what everybody say,
The story of Cinderella, Snow-white or any other princess,
Where happily-ever-afters were never to decay,
Their naive vision has to be flawless,
Without realization, they were offered solace,
Life was brutal and now they knew,
Challenges may pursue their motives,
However, the flame of love would get them through,
Behind the trees, Beneath the stars, They held hands, They vowed never to be apart, Life is time, They tried to rhyme, And there they were, Savoring love, With the burning scars.
To Be Continued…
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