Remains From the Past

My dear Sir Do you remember? The two mile walk by the river When it was full with glitter? The trickling sound of the stream The lark that sounded like it’s about to scream The sun that was proud of its beam The air that was moving like a dream As if no gray was presence Except for our hearts that bled in silence Knowing that us was never And would never, there Still the feeling was real Still it was love we feel Though our path will never meet Though a life together is something we’ll never greet Let this be a memory kept in secret A portrait made of colourful palette In the heart that will never forget A feeling that will never be a regret