Love remembers the smell of a summer day,
lying in a hammock over fresh cut grass
And the promise of forever.
And the promise of forever.
Love remembers
the sound of the pouring rain
beating down on the top of a car
on the side of the road
because we couldn't wait.
Love remembers
the taste of cotton candy gloss
on the lips of a long kiss
and the plans they made together.
Love remembers
to feel the fingertips
running through soaking wet hair
on the bank after a midnight swim.
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