LIFE IN THE AFTERLOVE
Reminders of the nights are not so bad;
the nights when you and love were covered here;
and both in satin, how it drove me mad,
when you came close and breathed into mine ear.
And as we dreamt to rhythm of the fire,
the flame would dance into your deepest eyes,
reflections of a lifetime of desire,
and there-in is all beauty, where it lies.
But now the mem'ry's all there is to live,
so in the past, with just the thought of you,
I live our love again, as time will give;
I live our love again, in all I do.
What else am I to do, when there's so much
reminding me of you, your love, your touch.
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