I found you in the sun that faitful day,
Who knew someday we'd have to say...
I will not cry.
For our story unfolded like most tend,
With a beginning, a middle and now an end.
And like all stories it will not soon be lost,
I'll think of it at any cost.
As the past is the past, no denying that,
It's important to make the good things last.
So I'll relish all the good we had,
I'll read between the lines of bad.
I'll flip through the pages in my mind,
I'll see your face warm and kind.
I'll read and remember...