I remember mary

I was seventeen. And she thirty-five. When I fell in love. First time in life. I still see her tempting lips and feel her tender fingertips when she kissed me. I remember Mary and the summer when I met her. I remember Mary and the love that I shared with her. Mary came and took my heart. When she left she tore it apart. She give me all, and made me feel strong. And I was a man when I came till dawn. Sometimes when I close my eyes, then she's lying by my side. And I kissed her.