Come now,
rushing back to you,
your thoughts of her that day.
When she knelt down
in front of you,
to tie your shoestrings in the rain.
On her soft lips,
you could hear,
a softly spoken,
and loving refrain.
"Look at how the drops,
they wash away the stain,
and here you thought foreverafter,
that would always be your name."
Nothing for me now,
can ever be the same,
since the day,
that she warmed up to me,
with her loving and gentle flame.
My impulses now I see,
can so easily be restrained.
She showed me somehow,
in the darkness,
how to release the darkest pain.
By her beating heart,
she is familiar with this terrain.
And by this beating heart,
I now wish to be sustained.
She's crashed,
and she's burned,
I've tossed,
and i've turned,
Until then
to me it seemed,
like a story played out in vain.
I would try but always fail,
to live in some other's domain.
I'm now forever grateful,
that I got to know her name.
Our events were linked,
you see,
they had always formed a chain.
It now holds locked the entrance,
it bars the way to memory lane.
Stopped now on the tracks,
our thoughts aligned,
broke down the train.
Stranded in the country,
but you won't hear me complain.
For until then,
one could say,
I was anything but urbane.
Then I saw her,
she saw me,
"HI I'm John!"
"Well hello, I'm Jane"
To most outside observers,
their meeting was mundane.
But look deeper,
you would see a spark,
that cannot be contained.
After that,
a path was forged,
it was quite a fateful day.
In remembrance,
what we called it,
was Happy Memory Lane.
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