I hold them in my heart and I often
hear them again.
Each time I hear those words
the pleasures explode anew in my mind
and it feels as though time
has rewound..... and I can feel you close again.
Some words are not precious.....
and they bring back pain
When I hear those words in my memory
it feels like winter.... with freezing cold and rain
I wish I could forget those words
but my memory torments me at times.
It opens the door to the past
and makes me relive the bad times too.
As time moves on I find that
the good memories grow sweeter....
.... the bad memories grow bleaker
But I can sometimes touch the bad memories
without feeling the cutting pain.....
The pain is fading now
and the sweet flowers are covering the pain
with their beautiful fragrance.
Life is getting better.
