Monday, October 24, 2005
Summer Memories
Oh, the sweet breath of summer.
Would that I could, bathe in it forever
And retain my remembrance of her.
Memories of her face
Memories of her touch.
The memory of the pain is just too much.
Would that I could, bathe in it forever
And retain my remembrance of her.
Memories of her face
Memories of her touch.
The memory of the pain is just too much.
# posted by Sariel Thrawn @ 12:36 am 
