A Heart That's Free
I remember the day you moved,
Into the house next door to ours.
It was a warm, humid summer day,
Filled with the sweet scent of flowers.
You were around seventeen years old
And I had just turned sixteen.
You came over, shook my hand,
And told me your name was Dean.
When you looked into my eyes,
I could feel my poor heart reeling,
With your blond hair and baby blue eyes,
You certainly were appealing.
You had your friends, I had mine,
So we seldom got together,
Except when you gave me a ride to school,
During very inclement weather.
Whenever you were near me,
My heart would skip a beat.
Especially when you'd say to me,
'Gee, you really are sweet.'
After your graduation, you went away to school,
But, my desire for you did not depart.
What's a girl like me to do,
With this breaking, yearning, aching heart?
All the other guys I knew,
Just didn't appeal to me.
You're the one I kept thinking of,
The one I longed to see.
The night of my Senior Prom,
I came home quite late,
To find you standing there alone,
Besides our garden gate.
You took me into your loving arms,
And confessed your love for me.
I cried because I knew that now,
I have a heart that's free
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