I leaf the old pages of your past Moments I wished would last Farewells we've for too long escaped Left my heart torn, unshaped Another sip of wine, Get me back to March nine A delicate reminiscence of mine An evening when I held your heavy hand Seeking our freckle hearts a mend You push the heaviest doors Which you cannot open Too many sores Weakness slowly giving in Dead red roses heal no pain Also dyspeptic ashtrays repent off no sin Dear Love, I hate to see you so vain Full of fear all over your skin As time pass by I still believe in your return For I know you too for my warmth yearn I hope violets will bloom for you, And all the images you drew Will become true Also the silhouettes you dwelt The joy we haven't since long felt Would have our hearts melt.