Memories of Love

I'm strangled by you with thorns of love,

The angels sing of love from above.

The delicate skin is touched of flowers,

For the greatness of love has its own powers.

The whispers of women of their hearts desire,

The crumbling of ashes that escape the fire.

The love that trembles through the veins,

The blood then scrambles for there is no pain.

Water streams with rivers of mourning,

The droplets spill and rain in meaning.

The cobwebs blow where peace is laying,

The way we're afraid of lives dying.

And so I say goodbye to all who are left here crying.