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it's early evening as i write, perched high above the bay,
as sun decends in pastel sky to close another day.
the gentle breeze is sweet beneath the twinkling of a star,
it brings to mind the scent you wore, i swear it's Cinnabar !
all is quiet in the park, just rustling of the leaves,
except for one bird's melodies, above me in the trees.
he seems to sing his song to me, as if somehow he knows,
that i'm the one who fell in love so many years ago.
beneath his tree so many nights entranced within your kiss,
though long ago, perhaps he knows, those nights are what i miss.
he could be proudly singing of his newly empty nest,
perhaps he sings because he knows that now he'll get some rest !
or did he just return, like me, to where his love did start ?
and sing to tell the world about the breaking of his heart.
i don't know much, but this i know, she taught me how to smile,
and gave me lifetime memories in just a little while.
though she may not recall the way our bodies used to melt,
embraced in love on summer nights....i remember how it felt.
i miss my princess every day, as light gives way to dark,
while i enjoy my special place at John F. Kennedy Park.