Memories Of Tomorrow

When the sun warms your face, as

My hands would wish to warm it;

As it kisses your lips softly, as

I would wish to kiss them,

And you walk down the cobbled streets,

By buildings which stood the test of time,

By roofs that lean and windows not square,

Past quiet water, hushed so as to not

Disturb your dreams, think then, my love,

Of me.  I have been there, I will be there,

I am there with you, part of me wrapped

In the deep crimson warmth of your heart.