Forgotten the past,
Always remembering the future,
Never leading to where we could be near.

Tomorrow, you will be gone,
Tonight, we will be alone,
How I longed to hold you at midnight past.


Never do I wish for your leave,
Our love, so new, so unborn,
Like a child who first plays in a field of corn.

I love you, I said never,
In that short time we where together,
But care not to see you leave.

I pray you will never change your heart,
Now that we will be apart,
Into the night, I held your figure.

Silhouetted on the beach,
Silhouetted in the sun,
Now eat your fusy peach,
I can not ask you to hold as I were your son.