April 19, 2011
By Anonymous

Oh the memories we share…
The hiding place of rain shivers underneath our first date.
If you turn hope on high, you’ll see a cupcake wrapper with your name on it.
If you look underneath peace, you might hear a splash in the pool.
When you tiptoe through the valley of happiness, you will find a ripped Under Amour shirt.
If you toss my sadness to the wind, it returns as you stand at my doorstep.
Jumping into the present, you’ll land on my heart.
Long live all the memories we share.

The author's comments:
This was inspired by my boyfriend of 2 years.

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