Memories

Looking through old photos,
I found the one you sent me
That you took just for me
In which you are perfect.
The memories come flooding back.
The other photos all have meanings;
The photos I took for you,
The photos you took for me.
No one else would understand what they mean;
The story behind each and every one.
But I,
I can recall each moment.
I know what I was doing,
How I felt about you,
And how you felt about me.
Oh, how you felt about me.

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