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You’re Still My Girl

Our love was born in our college years,
It’s been a sweet romance;
With no regrets except, perhaps,
That we had not the chance

To be sweethearts in teen-age years,
Lost nights on your front-porch swing;
Pushing the curfew on the night of the prom,
Your necklace wearing my ring.

Making excuses to the high-school dean
For why we were tardy again;
Skating, and cruising, and laughing at life,
But I did not know you back then.

No, sad to say, but your first dance
Was with some weasly schmuck;
And those who see us dance today
Say you’ve not changed your luck.

But, just the same, you’re still my girl,
And I’ll tell you heart to heart,
If I controlled the hands of time
I’d have been there from the start.

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Wes Stephenson

Author, motorcyclist, poet, and adventurer. Let's journey together.

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