So many years have passed, my love,
Since first I saw your precious face
And fell into those deep, dark eyes
And drowned in Love's exquisite grace.

Our love burned bright for eight sweet years
Of passion, laughter, joy and pain.
I had never known such happiness
And I never will again.

In the end you couldn't give
All your life to me,
And I, who wanted all of it,
Became determined to fly free.

We parted sad and torn apart
In misery cried every day.
But I knew how to make the break.
I packed my things and moved away.

Now I am old, and you are gone.
Your heart gave out, they say.
Sometimes I feel you're close to me.
I miss you every day.

Especially, I miss you
When there's beauty we could share -
When something stirs memories of you
And leaves my heart stripped bare.

If I knew then what I know now
And had it all to do again,
I'd take how much of you you'd give,
Be there for you, and not complain.

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