The Smile I Used to Know

She’s not my valentine
She’s not my sweet heart
The little girl I loved so long ago
Often times I think about her memory
Remembering the smile that I used to know
I fumbled all my confidence with how I
Handled every bump along the road
Her memory makes me think about the good times
We had so many years ago

When she’d smiled
The room would always brighten
She’d make you laugh with the stories that she’d tell
She had a way of making something special
A candy bar, a pancake, or some mail
Her heart was in the trees so she would climb them
Jesus was the wind filling her sails
I know that I’m describing her from memory
but I’m too young for memory to fail

I hesitate with every word
I’m thinking
Careful with the image I portray
Reflecting on a heart that was so gentle
She’s beautiful in every single way
In every little picture from my memory
She always has a smile upon her face
She’s probably grown since the last time that I saw her
Time has a way of changing things

She’s not my valentine
She’s not my sweet heart
The little girl I loved so long ago
Often times I think about her memory
Remembering the smile that I used to know

Story : Everyone likes remembering good things. Maybe this song came to me because Valentines day was just around the bend and every store was filled with pink. Maybe it was because I played at an open mic where Sleeping Beauty was requested and I was reminded of the story. Somehow the two kinda meshed together. I was practicing a couple worship songs and I just started singing “She’s not my valentine, She’s not my sweet heart…” I pulled out my phone and started taking notes so that I could remember the lyrics I was singing. I’m not really sure why I wrote it, but it was fun, writing about a good memory is always fun. It really turned into more of a poem, but I still enjoyed writing it.

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