Surrounding myself with beautiful women keeps me younger...
(Hugh Hefner)
Flipping through the old photos which has turned brown
For years, no news from you, you don't make a sound
Old and wrinkled, I'm still the lad from that small town
Love is so abstract yet versatile, it can be verb and noun
From the photos, I saw you looking gorgeous in gown
You're holding hand with your king, wearing a crown
Seeing the happiness on your face, I smile like a clown
Memory's like a computer, which I can't forced shut down
Like our own shadow, it always follows, stalks and bounds...
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