Love's Afterglow
Ah, memory, sweet memory,
Why do you come to torture me
With images, of a days gone by,
So tender sweet they make me sigh.
Fond memories, so sweet--in truth--
Like honey on an aching tooth.
Like nectar's taste upon the tongue,
No sweeter song was ever sung.
But that song is sung--that day is gone,
And the flow of life must still go on.
So, memories that torment me,
Go on your way and let me be.
That perfect day is gone, I know--
I'm living in its afterglow.
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