You were first mine in nineteen fifty-nine.
We danced and dreamed and enjoyed the day,
until I said I will be going away.
Our lives went on with others we wed,
and I thought my feelings for you were dead.
Again my life changed and I felt the pain.
Just when I thought I had nothing to gain,
my friend said you too were alone.
I wrote a letter saying I was coming home.
We talked and walked and danced all night.
The flame of love was still there,
and I sensed that you also did care.
Now that we have married, coming home was oh so right.
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