A lost love.
It seems its always spring time when I walk down memory lane,
I think of holding hands with you as we stroll down there again,
The sun is shining the flowers budding along the pathway’s of the past,
Your lovely mind, Your smiling face, your golden hair, are my memories that last,
No clouds dare to mar the sun’s watery glow, which melts into skies of blue,
No shadows dare to mask the sun when I’m walking there with you,
From those golden times I remember happiness and never any tears,
Those were the most beautiful days of my life, the sweetest of my years,
For a short while I forget my loneliness, the dreadful loss, the hurting and the pain,
Its always Spring, and happiness, when I hold hands with you, down old memory lane.
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