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.
What a long long way I’ve come
- Time and wood and stars -
But way back things began to hum...
I want your kisses all the time
When we embrace I know
To miss one kiss would be a crime...
