I remember satin sheets, and the scent of her perfume

I remember summer nights, as we cuddled in her room

I remember loving her, with the deepest center of my heart

But I don’t remember why, our love was ripped apart

She was the soul that touched mine, some fifty years ago

I have never tried to love again, for more pain I need not know

And as I lie here on my death bed, looking back on years gone by

I can’t help but thinking of her, and wishing I had tried

But I was a headstrong young man, my sense weaker than my pride

With a macho arrogance about me, that ignored my softer side 

And she was a fantasy of beauty, more precious than any to be

Yet my ignorant youthful wisdom, said there were more fish within the sea

And as I lay alone dying, I look back upon my life

To realize that she was the one, that should have been my wife

So I remember satin sheets, and the scent of her perfume

And I remember summer nights, as we cuddled in her room
 

copyright  (c) 2002 by: John D. Lewis

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