Oh how you used to walk
With that insouciant smile
I liked to hear you talk
And your style
Pleased me for a while.

You were my early love
New as a day breaking in Spring
You were the image of 
Everything
That caused me to sing.

I don’t like reminiscing
Nostalgia is not my forte
I don’t spill tears
On yesterdays’ years
But honesty makes me say,
You were a precious pearl
How I loved to see you shine.
You were the perfect girl.
And you were mine.
For a time.
For a time.
 Just for a time.


 = Stefonia Bavin