Song
I almost went to bed
without remembering
the four white violets
I put in the button-hole
of your green sweater
and how I kissed you
and you kissed me
shy as though I'd
never been your lover.
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This poem still fills my heart with a rush of love mixed with nervous, sensual excitement. How do words do that? Thank you, Mr. Cohen. I've remembered to remember many beautiful moments because of your song.
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