Memories and souvenirs walk hand-in-hand in this nostaligic look at love and loss.
No silver, gold, or gem to hold, for none could ever match,
shall take the place of thoughts I chase as memories unlatch.
In dreams, I turn to how I yearn to walk with you once more;
but you are gone with break of dawn across the distant shore.
There in your face, I saw true grace and learned what love imparts;
though youth has fled as time has sped, I've kept you in my heart.
Although you left with death's dark theft, my mind still keeps you near,
way deep inside where love resides among my souvenirs.
No price could claim this burning flame that lights my sky above;
by conscious choice, I hear your voice and feel forever loved.
Far back in years, and deep in tears, sweet memories remain
which take away my darkest day and salve each aching pain.
It's as time flees my heart still sees how love shall always thrive;
more precious still than any frill, fond memories survive.
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