I remember the evening I went to your grandfather’s house
To meet with him for the first time in the living room
Never did I imagined I’ll meet you there too.
I remember that young girl leaning against the living room door
Curiously staring at us as we talked and enjoyed our conversation.
I remember you, very young, skimpily dressed just standing there.
I remember you then, how you were transformed from a little girl to a
Very pretty young lady. I remember, indelibly in my mind is the image
Of you, I will always remember.
I remember you my love and God is my witness I will never forget you
Because etched in deepest crevices of my heart the image of the pretty
girl lives in my memory, I will always remember...