no one knows

no one knows where i've been

it was into her heart deep

for some memories of us easily

running in the city's spring rain

the trees along the walk were

elms blooming flowers never

will i forget the smiles we had

and the ways we loved that time

so gloriously spent our mornings

on white linen sheets reading balzac

that lady she had the best of me

in her heart deep i know where

i've been warm it was delightful

such a rose i am hoping she remembers

why?

i will never know