Ok so let's start here.
This is our beginning let's mark the day,
So when the time comes we can celebrate the year.
I think I'll forsake the candy,
Forget the flowers too.
That's way too ordinary.
And unique is the only thing for you.
Maybe I kept a matchbook from out first night out.
I kept it just because you touched it.
That's what memories are about.
Maybe I'll wear the clothes I wore during our first kiss.
What a moment to look back on,
Truly that was bliss.
Maybe I have a scar from the night we told my Mom.
Looking back its seems funny now.
Jesus that woman was gone.
Maybe I remember what the clock said the first time we turned out the light,
Or how bout the petals from the rose after our first fight.
These memories are yet only wishes,
Wishes made by the heart.
But these memories can be ours,
And this can be our start.
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