❤️ •ℒℴѵℯ• ❤️ •ℒℴѵℯ•❤️ Good Morning Dear Alan. In the quiet of the evening, I sit and think of you. I open up my memory book, Of the things we used to do. As I turn the pages, My eyes are filled with tears. For although I have my memories, I can't hold back the years. Love and Hugs Sweetheart. XXXXXX ❤️ •ℒℴѵℯ• ❤️ •ℒℴѵℯ•❤️ •ℒℴѵℯ• ❤️