Something Like a Sigh

Walking through my yesteryears so shy
I meet a snippet of a girl I once knew when
My love was bottled, corked and dry

The tiny hand brushes against my thigh
My eager teen-aged Magdalen
Could my yesteryears have ever been so shy?

Is it an accidental touch?  Oh my,
She looks at me, I feel her hand again
My love was bottled, corked and dry

From my lips comes something like a sigh
I know that I should go or count to ten
But my yesteryears have never been so shy

There ahead a grassy field in which to lie
We ply our bodies and our souls and then
My love no longer corked and dry

We turn away and wish that we could die
But boys must blossom into men
Walking through my yesteryears so shy
My love was bottled, corked and dry

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