That I do love you darling so,
Oh, know;
That I so ache that I may take
You where I go
And stay in range of your blue eyes,
Dear, realise
And lie at every eventide
Always
By your side
No, it could never be the same-
And yet the cherry tree two doors down
Exploded in pink as if to drown...
Memory hurts – our hearts are stung
But sometimes I think the pain is for
Not a particular place but more...
