Hold On To the Best, Forget the Rest By Ronald S Porter

Should auld acquaintance be forgiven? Seek not dear darling, to be shriven. With all the sweet torments of love you once visited on my heart, the same measure for meaure did I, on you, employ. Call to mend; healing now the only joy. The rapture, ripe, that we once shared, I know (and my hope is that you do too) with all we were, we truly cared. The love we gave: me to you; you to me I will always hold treasured, in memory. Keep the best, forgive and forget we'll take a cup of kindness yet...