An iconic masterpiece that what she was
From the dirt in the crime between our toes 
When we walk barefoot everywhere
I don't remember the way she sounds
But I remember everything we talked about

Anniversary of the night that 
I lost hers coming soon
Back in them days
I thought I was going to marry her
Move the Michigan and have a happy family

In an Unfaithful night in June
She passed away by a drunk driver
This is not a poem, this just sad boy missing his first love
Rest in peace April