Hails in my long heart the memories of joy,
which nay the time nor the tide dare destroy,
meddling the winds with sorrow and care,
bringing back the smile I used to wear.
Pounds my heart with her memories filled,
that once throbbed for her love distilled;
I may break, shatter my will, if I will,
But the scent of her roses adheres still.
Withal, the stains of your times, be it gloomy and bright,
O dear, therein my words spill for you this night;
I think of the tales that will read us through,
that’ll hide my griefs, to tell how happy I were with you.
My joy may return – not a worry may remain
Of the few that have painted this lane of pain;
But I can never can forget the love that threw
the magic around me while lingering with you.