That Day

I remember that day, a perfect day
old England's glory in the August haze.
the shimmer on the river in the mid-morning sun
your smile, your laughter, my heart undone.

I remember that day, that perfect day
beneath the bridge where the butterflies play.
You danced barefoot in a summer dress
and I bared my soul as my love I confessed.

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