THE LONGER ONE HOLDS ON TO A MEMORY
THE LONGER ONE LIVES IN THE PAST

Yet, I linger thus our acute affair...
A scent upon my hand from running through your hair...
A thought of no end, our pass does appear...
A path of loving living light, with every care...
A love knowing not, we part in fear...
Yet, let us rest the past with tear's of cheer...

And until then,

    Sweet Dreams, My Dear...