My thoughts run to you this day
memories flow a torrent and
scenes are set, perfect as pictures in my mind.
Reliving our moments, feeding this soul of clay
how perfect are those days, the days of our romance,
love reaches in and takes hold, an instant
and exquisite pain, you don't want to cease.
I give in and let it now take me, down memory lane.
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