How would I put into words what I remember about you after all these years?
When I want to write about you, I see the chinks that I have found in your armour.
Yet the you of my imagination and the real you have grown so apart that
I guess I would never recognise you if I saw you somewhere in real.
But this heart has loved you in ways that the one who owns you can never even imagine!
But this heart has loved you in ways that the one who owns you can never even imagine!
