The Songs of Memory

Our love now plays on songs of memory like perfume of flowers, not meant to last. Love was smooth as stones polished with emery yet, scattered as light through a prism's glass. Like child's sparklers so hot, without flame too fast it burns to last throughout the night but I will give my homage just the same to powers which let our love burn so bright. Un-worded ending lasted but one hour. Dividing lives accomplished in one day. Yet, loves taste never turns from sweet to sour and precious are the thoughts along the way. The pathways of life are strewn with such things. Still essence of our love will never fall for music of the songs forever rings and in the tune our love we can recall.