Like a young child chasing fire flies,
the aroma of homemade apple pie,
watching re-runs of Good Times,
when fun cost nickles and dimes,
coming home with the street lights,
you remind me of those simple times.
Being with you isn't about the superficial,
it's more simplistic and realistic,
the way you embody the makings of a real human being,
you soothe my soul and set my mind at ease,
like a timeless classic by The Supremes,
you bring to mind the simple times.
You keep me in a continuous daze,
I soak you up like the sun rays,
captivated like you're a nintendo game,
it's like when TLC weren't too proud to beg,
or when Lucy ruled Nick at Nite,
you rewind me to the simple times.
You make me think of purple rain,
or the days when mamas kiss erased the pain,
and saturday nights watching soul train,
when monica sang "just one of dem days",
that innocence is still seen looking in your eyes,
you bring to life the simple times.
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