Temperature was rising,
Love flew in. Been surmising,
Were we really that young?
Our first love had begun,
You’re one of the good guys,
Lovelight shines from your eyes,
Full of romantic notions,
For you, I’d swim oceans,
We fly like eagles on high,
Happy heart, charm in a sigh,
Your love, like lover and brother,
Never swap you for another,
Ever keep my eye candy man,
Treasure for this devoted fan.
Baby Boomer Scribblings. 