The tropical sun was setting. We were walking to dinner on a hilltop. Out of the quiet blue I crooned, “a simple touch of your hand and everything is right…” He automatically responded, “the gentle way you look at me when we kiss goodnight…” Together we melted in the lyrics, “a picture perfect painting that’s what our love is…” and on the refrain he sang tenor while I kept the melody “I found the masterpiece in you…”  We were 21.

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