Why do you live in the past?
With a life that you regret...

As I stare across all, the distant land
From our memories, we made in the past...

She reminds me of spring
When flowers are in bloom...

Arrows in quiver
All yearn to reach for the sky...

Love's like a tattoo
And even when removed it's...

I know that you have kept them all
The love letters I used to scrawl...

Do you ever wonder
Or maybe suppose...

Sometimes love will test its spell
Between two that aren't known well...

Love's recyclable
And will let us remold it...

It's the way that my eyes see you
That no one else will know...

There's a special place we go
And it's like no where else compares...

Our love was found in summer
We met while walking past...