tonight i will ask but this favor
an answer i'm longing to know
why your face, my memory does savor
why your smell, i cannot let go
why do dreams start and end in your kissing
must every song mimic your voice
though these are the things that i'm missing
i'll stay faithful to my own choice
so grant me this favor you owe me
a days rest from your hauntings, my friend
my wish is to think of you fondly
not to long to hold you again
i know you and i, we are over
it was good, that decision to be
though unique as four leaves on a clover
our love wound up hurting me
