I remember the first time
your hand wrapped in mine
A moment etched forever into the shadows of my mind

only petruding at just the wrong moment
When he looks at me not quite the same way

When he calls me dear, honey or hun
I think of you and I

I still remember the first time when you gently touched my lips
A kiss forever there
That feeling I will never forget

He touches my skin gently, but it's not you
He kisses my lips softly, but it's not you
He tells me that he loves me, but that's not your voice

I'll leave him again just to find another that isn't you

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