s t a i n

When I sometimes get down about the problems of life,

There's very little that helps but one thing that suffices

Is the memory of you, however imprecise it

May be in my mind, I'll never sacrifice it

The life from your smile and the smell of your hair

It's the thought of each sunrise with you always there

It's the feeling of bliss and of never a care

my favorite is still the one where

We stayed out in the cold wet rain

I loved the way it graced your face

We wasted hours both to blame, but ask me, I'd do it over on