I may have tried to put you in the back of my heart and mint,
but you have a way of coming back.
Memory haunts me like a ghost of dead love,
wherever I go you are there.
As I gaze into another’s eyes,
it’s you I want to kiss.
I try to put you in the past,
but you are still here
Your fiery love can’t be escaped;
you are like a dragon of the past
I cannot slay your love alone;
it burns me as if you were still here
I ache unfulfilled,
no fantasy or dreams could compare to your love
So do I dare dream again?
~~Fiddler 04/10/2002
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