Pressed flowers, folded photographs

Tears that could not fall

Old loves of mine, lies intertwined

Not knowing me at all

All these things that are a part of me

I cannot make them new

But tomorrow I'll look back and say

I loved this day with you

Furtive smiles and hiding places

Feelings underground

A child that looked up in wonder

And cried without a sound

(repeat chorus)

Your eyes are a palette of blues and grays

Your music is so clear

Your fire draws me in from a winter’s night

Your touch has led me here

Like the veils of Scheherazade

Layers I have found

Peeling off like flower petals

Falling softly to the ground

(repeat chorus)

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