We played artists upon the green,
he painted my portrait at sweet fourteen.
We rode together, had lots of fun,
still were children at twenty one.
Silence giving him a start,
he told me what was in his heart.
The minuet I can't forget,
it's memory lingers with me yet.
But Cupid arrow never tarried,
until the happy pair were married.
Happy moments were all of these,
playing hide and seek among the trees.
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