When I seen those eyes, 3 years and a bit;
but could I not fall into.
It could have been far, and so it was;
still they glisten as mine might.
Be it spring or summer, as it occurs who cares;
yet I’ll still be there if you differ, well
memories have passed, yet still they come;
amongst the crowds they might happen.
I can hear the music, still she shines;
Can I ever alter the clocks?
PBM