The first day that you met.
And how good it felt to kiss his lips,
That day you will NEVER forget.
To love is to remember,
All the silly things you did.
Like the time he spit at you,
And you ran off like a little kid.
To love is to remember,
The time you said goodbye.
And no matter how far he is,
He can soften the tears you cry.
To love is to remember,
All the good times and the bad.
Because no matter what happens,
You'll always recall the love you had.
This poem was written on March 8th 1999
