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Oct 2021
“He touched my heart”
Said the lady in red
We met at a fair
Having good clean fun
I bought her a sarsaparilla
Invited her to sit
And she told me her sad tale
Her husband had been it
A wonderful man who loved her true
Perfect their marriage
Where love ran through
Still in mourning she was doing her best
To keep a brave face
Still happy she’d been blest
With the love of her life
For he was the best

That brings her to me
It’s now my story to tell
Our tete a tete went on for a spell
We went for supper, and drinks thereafter
You see, I’m a widower, and well
I could understand how she felt
I could really relate
For I felt the same, my wife was great
Still, we both knew we had to move on
Those loves we had did not disappear
They will never be gone

Cut to the present, this is today
I told her I loved her, that I would stay
Close to her, now and always
That our new love is strong
No more alone, from now on it’s “we”
Written by
Neville Johnson  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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