Sta.sh
So many faces I have known;
So many places I have gone.
So many memories
Of days that are long spent.
So many memories
Of times that came and went.
This is my private history.
Carved into stone, this is my story.
This memory of summer past,
Of rolling round in fields of grass.
When I came back from
That distant Em'rald Isle -
When we were lovers
Lost in innocence awhile.
When all was good and love was strong.
This is my story writ in song.
The memory of walks in rain,
The blissful times we'll see again;
For now it's winter
But our love's burning bright,
And still your smile
Sends all my pain to flight.
This is my story, hear it well
For there is much of it yet to tell.
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~Rayne
Glad you like it; I was beginning to worry that all of my recent ones were going down the pan and that I'd completely lost it...
Ah hell...
I ramble.