Every afternoon, rain or shine,
we meet in secret on this bench.
We talk of everyday things,
I tell her I love her, and
that we’ll always be together.
My sweet girl!
She was lost to a trick of fate years ago,
but she hasn’t the heart to leave me.
Every afternoon, rain or shine,
we meet in secret on this bench.
We talk of everyday things,
I tell her I love her, and
that we’ll always be together.
My sweet girl!
She was lost to a trick of fate years ago,
but she hasn’t the heart to leave me.
Memories, when they are poignant, never leave do they?
Your attached photos remind me of mine at this point of the year.
A time to celebrate colors: all colors.
Well, that has an ominous undertow. Secret upon secret.
I misinterpreted this, didn't I.