She Wasn't You

She was gentle, she was kind, She had a bright, inquiring mind, And could be playful when inclined, But she wasn't you. She had the deepest, bluest eyes That were as warm as southern skies, And there was passion in her sighs, But she wasn't you. She'd bear my whims and never tire, And though she filled me with desire, She never set my soul on fire The way your kisses used to do. Some of the years with her were good, And though I tried the best I could, I couldn't love her as I should, So she moved on to someone new. My memories of her are such I miss her kiss, her sighs, her touch, And now I realize how much I loved her Even though she wasn't you.