I see your smiling face everytime I close my eyes
Then I open my eyes and you’re not there.
I sense the smell of your sweet cologne
And admire foolishly the reflection
I hear your voice calling me in my dreams
Then I awake so broken-hearted
I feel the touch of your embrace
And long to have you near
The journey of our love had just begun
Already it altered from red to dun
We didn’t intend to let it escape
Our concept was but to give it shape
Although we trusted our leading path
It deceived our minds direct to death
The decisions made were surely best
Perhaps we’ll assemble at a quest
Written in 1988
MBM-Tine Brice
Martine Brice 