Memories cover her mind,
Like lace spread over black velvet,
She shall never love again,
For surely if she did,
It would be as a trickle of water,
Compared to the pounding ocean!
Memories of joy, memories of passion,
And memories of tender love.
The memories of joy compelled to surpass,
The bittersweet memories of pain!
Memories of cheating, of lies and dishonesty,
A melting pot of joy and pain,
Knowing not how to separate themselves!
Time puts them in their proper place,
Sliding sensuously across the black velvet.
Was the joy...the breathtaking joy,
Worth the recurring forceful pain?
Ah! Memories! Sweet and bitter...bitter and sweet!
Memories like velvet and lace entwined,
Leaving inevitable indentations.