This Is How You Remind Me

This is how you remind me of, Of a rare water flower wrapped in a bouquet of beautiful. With a scent of sweet cinnamon, A desire sensational to touch. Picked up out of puddles filled with my love, lie's bleeding in the street no more. Followed by a poke from a thorn, with a drop of each others blood. Then beauty dressed for love, left with smoke rings from a star. With the sweet taste of innocence sealed with a kiss. As wonderful as if sad, we could frame a memory like a picture, then it truly stops the time of the past, so we can always look back on these rear-view memories one once had. Now, forever I feel you though the weather. Like music notes to the chorus. Better left with a slow dance, in the rain as it pours. This is how you remind me of, always my love, never more.