There have been three
Remembered through the years
Sweet and tender
Promises met and unfulfilled.
I shall tell you of one
Perhaps two
But yet not three.
The first was stolen quickly
Soft and sweet
Cold from ice and soda pop
Forbidden
Not allowed
Far too short.
The second I knew
Through most of my life.
Loved her more than she knew
Measured every woman by her
Dreamed of her too much
Her kiss made her sit back
Made me gasp and stare.
Who knew if could be
Oh what a confection
Yet I never knew
Never dreamed she loved me
Till t'was too late.
The third I'll not speak of
It is and was and shall be
The best.
For she is the one
Who holds my hand
As she sleeps.
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