Your face once seen now so far away.
It fades away into memory.
A tender touch once oh, so near,
Now nothing more than fantasy.

A dream at night amid sticky sheets,
Or lonely walks down dim lit streets.
A paradise of happiness,
Fades away into memory.

A cosy chat by a fireside.
A burning love held deep inside.
An innocence so sweet and true,
A fading memory of you.

I could do without the agony,
Of wondering when, if, how or why?
I could do without the agony,
Will I hold you before I die?

I could do without it, I could do without it,
I could do without it, in the back of my mind.

© Edward ian Armchair 2002