Oh, I did love once, long ago
Or so it seemed to me, I think
And still I do, I think you know.
You offered parted lips, ah, so
I don't regret I took that drink—
Oh, I did love once, long ago.
I looked for other ways to show
I wanted not to lose that link,
And still I do, I think you know.
The years have passed; they go too slow,
My wishes sometimes start to shrink.
Oh, I did love once, long ago.
I laid my feelings in a row
And tried to color them with ink,
And still I do, I think you know.
Sometimes I really want to show
I even like the way you blink!
Oh, I did love once long ago
And still I do, I think you know.
Author notes
color with ink means describe in writing, but you figured that out, right?
