Count Me In

You carried yourself with confidence; And with aristocratic grace. You had an air of mystery; And a very handsome face. Women loved you; Many fell; Like timber in your wake, Yet you moved quietly undaunted; Not loving for loves sake. Yet in the turbulent years to come. As you sail upon life's sea. When you think of those who loved you. Think back and remember me. Think of me and silly laughter. And my loud, too many friends. I wasn't used to gladness. But my laughter blended in. Your memory weighs upon me. To accuse my silly brain. The heartache comes to greet me. And the tears come back again. I have not forgotten; Nor can I soon forget. The unrequited longing; That I felt when first we met. Think of me with painted eyelids. Blinking back forgotten tears. Number me with those who loved you In those strange uncertain years. Though another man may hold me. Like perhaps you wanted to, I find my silly heart pretending, All the time that it was you. When you pause some day to ponder. Those days when we were free. When you think of those who loved you. Think back and remember me.