When told of that story
That has long since passed over my head
My only memory is of you
Do you even remember?
The times that we had spent
Retelling the faded memories
Spilled with sunshine
Those days among which we spent
Our short lives.
Like a photograph
Your face is plastered in my head
But weeds are growing round
That long forgotten path
Remember our lovely years?
Those were the times
When my heart was bursting with happiness
And our love was true and beautiful.
But time flies
And love does die
So all of the times when we have danced
And shared treasured dreams
Are forgotten.
The only remembrance
Is of a fleeting smile
And secret whispers.
Those were my memories
Spilled with sunshine.
