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when I first met you,by the ocean on a wurf,boarding a ship,going to santo.it was a moment to remember,for you said something to your young mother that would soon be reality.

"that is my man"is what you told her,after our last conversation about you getting a tattoo.we boarded the ship,you got sea sick,one thing led to another you laid on my shoulder.

we arrived in Santo you overed to give me a lift,but I was waiting for my grandfather to pick me up.you were going for pastor studies but because of the cyclones it was cancelled.1 week with you was like 1 year in the garden of edan,eating at la plaz and watching the sunset by the oak tree,you taking a photo to make your boyfriend jealous.

taem flew when your having fun,but it was taem for you to come back to port vila.

that was when I fell in love with you,when watching from a distance as you cruise away,with tears in my eyes as I was afraid to loose you my dear Dorothy the sunflower blo me.