Without
Through memory's window I see it plain
A time of perfect content
A place we called just yours and mine
Where all our time was spent
But memories tame a burning heart
The window just a mirage
Time won't retreat to before our part
So I'll hold tight to our collage
Copyright © Steven Steven | Year Posted 2025
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