And as we sat beneath a giant tree,
That was pleasantly smiling at us,
As if it was mumbling tales of how we grew old.

I looked into his eyes, and he gifted me a warm smile.
For a moment, we slipped into the days of our youth—
When we were wild and free,
Carving our names on this very tree.

When twilight embraced the first light,
And we secretly sipped my dad's favorite wine.

"Oh!" he added, "Do you remember how I brought fresh tulips for you on Sundays?
And how you hid them under your top to keep them from your parents?"

We laughed, recalling those letters of love and sacrifice—
And how, moments later, we'd argue over silly fights.

Oh, what did we even know
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