Love, it may be blind, but it also may have eyes Because the beauty that is sees is something that never dies
If it has anything at all it has a memory but it remembers things as they would, or could, or should be
It remembers gentle kisses and arms that held it tight It remembers lovers lying together in the night
It remembers soft words spoken and affection that was palpable in the air and the vage recolection that the world toiled on, while they two were unaware
It remembers things fondly and with a soft light It remembers two hands that held each other tight
It can want and long and certainly it can cry But one thing for sure it will never die
It will echo forever within a person's soul It will render a tongue useless when the end rings it's toll
It will forever remain like a shadow from the past It's the one thing that stays forever but rarely will last.