When memories cry
When memories fade and die
I'm going to grow old
My passion
My fiery passion
My flaming lust is going to grow cold
When I lose my charm and my glamour
When I lose my physique and my game
When I'm old and wrinkly
When I cannot look myself in the mirror
I'll still stare at you
When memories fade
When I forget the days of the week
And the months of the year
When I mix names
And faces
The memory of you
Will always shine bright and clear
Your image
Has been burnt to my memory
I will never forget your radiance and beauty
I will die happy
With the image of your sweet smile
On my mind
And love
On my lips and in my heart
When memories fade and die
I'm going to grow old
My passion
My fiery passion
My flaming lust is going to grow cold
When I lose my charm and my glamour
When I lose my physique and my game
When I'm old and wrinkly
When I cannot look myself in the mirror
I'll still stare at you
When memories fade
When I forget the days of the week
And the months of the year
When I mix names
And faces
The memory of you
Will always shine bright and clear
Your image
Has been burnt to my memory
I will never forget your radiance and beauty
I will die happy
With the image of your sweet smile
On my mind
And love
On my lips and in my heart
My love is the evenin' breeze touchin' your skin
ReplyDeleteThe gentle, sweet singin' of leaves in the wind
The whisper that calls after you in the night
And kisses your ear in the early moonlight
And you don't need to wonder, you're doing fine
My love, the pleasure's mine