You’ll Never be a Memory
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You’ll never be a memory; there is good reason why,
A memory’s for wistfulness should true love pass you by,
The love that burned the wick to end,
Once fancy whim, a passing trend,
But you are all to me.
You never were the fleeting ship that passes by at night,
Welcome sight but then it passed and waved its masthead light.
A pained recall you’ll never be,
Another port or different quay,
For you are haven fixed.
Wherever fate directs me, wherever winds will blow,
Fond recall is for the past where lovers come and go,
Whilst some may weep and reminisce,
I live again your heart-shaped kiss,
And true bride you will be.
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