Approcahing the golden year of my valley, I can still hold near and dear the memories that brought me to this hill before the valley
Blue Chiffon, Baby Blue carnations, and Sxiteen Candles that will eternally enlight my heart
Young love that never really leaves our souls, as it is the foudation of our youth, it is the root of our hearts. The root that grows endlessly
into our years of age
Mirrored in my mind is the shadow of golden memories, the first kiss, the first heartbreak, , and yes, the first experience of a new emotion, Passion
So confusing, and frightening at the same time, never really understanding such a strong emotion, one that would carry us into
our harbor of memories
Bitter/sweet the moments that followed seemed to haunt us at times but now how we yearn to take that ONE MORE STROLL
Sing one more song, and oh yes, dance one more enchanted evening away
Falling in love at such a tender age was the highlight of our emotions
Emotions that were so mysterious and yet melodramatic at the same time
With my blue chiffon, my baby blue carnations, and my sixteen candles, I can let them light one more time, only this time, I am not going to blow them out.........
Bonnie Collins
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