On my cheek he'll kiss
That's something that I'll miss
His fingers between mine
And how he smelled of pine
His giggle lingers in my ear
His voice is oh so dear
I miss the grey of his eyes
And how he'll make a mess eating pies
The goofy way he dances
His silly glances
All things I'll remember
Because I won't see him again til December
I'll never forget
The night we met
He is so special to me
Perhaps we were meant to be


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