


To whom I have loved before,
even though the longing may not have lasted,
the love never died
the passion still lives on
in the memories that play over in my mind
and that familiar heart flutter returns
your eyes peering into mine
still hold a special place inside
I may not visit these vaults often
or maybe I visit them all the time
maybe the memory of this love
is what has been getting me by
eye am truly sorry
that eye could not stay
and
thank you for being the reason
that my heart grew her wings
maybe one day she will fly away
far from her cage
no longer dreaming of better days
in the archives of lovers remains.