Why Do You Make Her Remember?

You were here as the sandy day, or like an unwanted one so they did say! Her chiding couldn't cross your malice, your tremendous rage, whenever she spotted you on this poetic page. Did you leave forever? ? She would say- - - No! Still now the mouse stops, the page dances and often does go. You are here scanning her, like an eagle with sharp claws to tear her page from near or far. Why do you want to make her remember anything which she doesn't want? Down the memory lane she walks, but without any amorous chant!