I saw a fair lady gently walking down the street. No, walking through my world. My heart couldn’t be at peace.
I knew from the start that I shouldn’t let her into my heart. If she couldn’t be mine in this lifetime, maybe a single date would suffice.
Picnick at the park. Reading stories as she lay in my lap. Will the sunset at the seashore make her heart drop?
She’ll be my partner in tango; I’ll stick a rose between her ears. We'll finish a song as I lead her home. Unscathed under the moonlight, we parted.
I woke up from a dream. No, it was a memory.
A memory of when she was here next to me, eating chocolates and smelling various flowers, for it was my daily present.
A memory of when she was near me, entwining our hands, leaning on my shoulders to bite it, or poking my cheeks to steal a kiss.
A memory when she was close to me: I held her tight and closed my eyes; I couldn’t see her smile.
A memory when there was still you and me. Loving each other didn’t prevail. We’re both suffering. These feelings I couldn’t bear.
