Tortured Memories

Memories are fickle things They seem to love to torture When you desperately just want to forget Seems memory's fruitage is an orchard They can seemingly come from anywhere But they don't need to be regretted They should still be remembered fondly Not bemoaned, erased, or fretted Because if memories were cheating No one could be loyal Just because something comes to mind Doesn't mean your love is foiled You can smell a smell or see a sight Even hear a familiar tune But none of thats a problem Because he will still love you So don't hate yourself for your memories Your love's no passing fad You can still be loyal to each other And be grateful for what we had