The lonely moon, its tranquil beams,
Stealthily tapped on the door of my dreams
My gaze on moon, your gaze on me
Fingers twined, but spirits free
We smiled, perched high on love,
The vision, aah, a blessing from above
Confined to the canvass of closed eyes
The mornings make us dry and wise
My heart, the burden of these memories bore,
My dear, we make new memories no more.
Curling arms around my waist,
As I did morning chores in haste,
A peck, a blush, a perfect start,
From perfection, we now depart,
Love is a given, a mundane reality,
Not glorious phenomenon - naive fallacy!
I still peer at those hands in hope
I've always had strange ways to cope
The tapestry of romance, now old and worn
My dear, we make new memories no more
The flowers brought me an instant cheer!
Sweet nothings, I loved to hear.
Your voice so firm, and calm, and deep
Your tranquil lullaby to caress my sleep
Today, a shrill silence gnaws
Your gaze and mine hardly cross
Is this the fate of lovers strong?
Staying together without a song?
We promised our love would be a lore,
My dear, but, we make new memories no more.
I nurtured, pampered, kept them close
A kiss, a murmur, a simple rose
Their mention now fills me with rage
Was love always this crystal cage?
It will grow with time, you said
My love, with time, your promises fled
Memories, I thought, would keep alive
The glowing flame which threatened to die
They torture now, leave my heart torn,
Why do we not, my dear, make memories anymore?