It was in a coffee shop in Venice I said
No he argued, it was on that weekend to Vegas
Okay we can never agree on when we fell in love
But we know for sure that we did
It was like an explosion of fireworks on the 4th of July
I remembered it well
No he said with a smile
It was like the gentle snow on a December night
That’s how we fell in love
I felt jumbled and confused, I reminisced
Silly, he replied, you were as calm as always
It was I who fell apart
We remember it well
The day we fell in love
We just don’t always
Remember it the same
Truthfully, I think that is best. One complements the other to perfection. Love and peace, Regis.
Reviewed by Oirdheirc Mor (Reader)
Reviewed on November 12, 2003
Well I should hope not, how else could women correct us.
Funny how they always remember long forgotten things in the court house .
Glad to see you around and about, hope your keeping better.
Oirdheirc Mor
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Funny how they always remember long forgotten things in the court house .
Glad to see you around and about, hope your keeping better.
Oirdheirc Mor