We met under streetlights, shy and unsure, Puppy love hearts beating, nothing to obscure. Your hand brushed mine, sparks that felt so bright, A world of wonder, bathed in soft twilight. Our love was fire, glowing in the night, Every word we whispered felt just right. We laughed, we dreamed, we danced through time, The world seemed ours, hearts in perfect rhyme. sho-sho, doo-bop. Years rolled on, and passion held its flame, We carved our stories, never twice the same. But shadows lengthen where once was glow, Familiar warmth now hints at snow. Our love was fire, but embers fade away, The words feel heavy, smiles start to sway. We laugh less often, dreams grow thin, The spark we carried cools from within. sho-sho, doo-bop. I trace the path where we began so bright, Remember the laughter, the thrill of the night. Now silence lingers where music once played, Love’s gentle warmth replaced by shade. Our love was fire, but now it flickers low, The nights feel colder than they used to know. We hold the memory, soft and bittersweet, A song of hearts once warm, now incomplete. sho-sho, doo-bop.
