.
Oh sweet memories,
Tickling my heartstrings….
You are a ghost-like
Violin player,
Turning the Past
Into a sugar coated symphony.
Who knows
What the future will bring?
Maybe, hopefully
I’ll again hear
That joyous tune again.
.
Oh sweet memories,
Tickling my heartstrings….
You are a ghost-like
Violin player,
Turning the Past
Into a sugar coated symphony.
Who knows
What the future will bring?
Maybe, hopefully
I’ll again hear
That joyous tune again.
Cyranny's Cove 
Let’s speak of love. Of birds and bees
Flying high above the trees
Floating softly on a breeze
Of tantalising memories
Of you. Of love. That sweet disease
That brings me always to my knees
An orchestra. A violin
An opera that’s sung within
Your ears. Your eyes. A cheeky grin
Contemplating mortal sin
No time to lose. A heart to win
Draw the curtains. Let’s begin
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