Down The Lane Of Memory -01

Do you recall my dear Those paints of wet lips On those cheeks of teen years embracing the heat of our hearts beating inches away? The flames of love and fires of passion, The floods of tears and roads by the ocean We wrote our names upon them? ? The late night kissing, While we departed each time Behind that great old tree Down the lanes of grass We never knew it'd be over? Do you recall my dear Those good old days with vows that we will renew like rose (our bonds of souls for ever) will always be close, breathing and flying together? ?