Some couples, as they grow together
Tend to push their love aside.
And if it isn't nurtured,
May find that it has died.
I know I'm the one doing the writing
And this, alone, baffles me so.
How do these words get into my head
Without ever letting me know?
Memories are a melody of love in our lives
And the tunes they play are endless in time.
They awaken our senses as we relive
The day each memory was made.