Don't we all have a memory like this?
I was sweet sixteen and all things were pure,
but to be with you was passions lure.
You asked me to meet in the purple night
So delicious the wait, beneath pale star's light.
You came as a shadow into my view
Took me into your arms, though no one knew.
Your warm moist breath caressed my hair
My heart beat wildly, for you were There!
Like in all my dreams, day in, day out,
For my love was strong, demure, devout.
You whispered words that I can't now recall
But what mattered to me most of all,
You kissed me tenderly, chaste and sweet
My heart rushed upward, and felt complete.
But only for a moment, for even then I knew
That was all I would ever have of you.
I don't know why, Guess I never will know
Why my heart has always loved you so.
And you could not on that night, have known,
That you had given my heart a song,
That has played wistfully from time to time
Of that sweet chaste kiss in summertime.
Very beautiful indeed, such tenderness portrayed by your words