Memory hurts – our hearts are stung
But sometimes I think the pain is for
Not a particular place but more
A special time – when we were young
For freer days when we knew hope
And what we felt we had was – scope.
I want your kisses all the time
When we embrace I know
To miss one kiss would be a crime...
The garden where you’ve been,
(My young, my evergreen)
Sparkles with the flowers you’ve grown...
