A Preface.
Someone once asked me, a friend, what is love? I couldnt answer him, not to my satisfaction, so I held my tongue. Poets all have their opinions, some I agree with, many I dont. I cant deny that love is. I cant deny that I feel it. I know it isnt lust, and I know it isnt tangible. I cant feel the material that love is made out of. I cant show you love. Its in the air we breathe. Its in everything we do. Its as much a part of me, as a part of you, and your friends, and everything thats made us smile, laugh, and cry. Its who we are, its wha
Memories
John Jensen
Remember when?
Remember when we were?
Remember when we were not?
Remember when we could?
Remember when we would?
Remember when it was all so simple?
Remember when it all ended?
Remember when I cried?
Remember when I lied?
Remember when I died?
Do you?
Remember when we danced?
Remember when we saw the moonlight?
Remember when we were so lonely?
Remember when we could-be?
Remember when we should-have-been?
Remember that moment passing?
Memories
John Jensen
Remember when?
Remember when we were?
Remember when we were not?
Remember when we could?
Remember when we would?
Remember when it was all so simple?
Remember when it all ended?
Remember when I cried?
Remember when I lied?
Remember when I died?
Do you?
Remember when we danced?
Remember when we saw the moonlight?
Remember when we were so lonely?
Remember when we could-be?
Remember when we should-have-been?
Remember that moment passing?
A Preface.
Someone once asked me, a friend, what is love? I couldnt answer him, not to my satisfaction, so I held my tongue. Poets all have their opinions, some I agree with, many I dont. I cant deny that love is. I cant deny that I feel it. I know it isnt lust, and I know it isnt tangible. I cant feel the material that love is made out of. I cant show you love. Its in the air we breathe. Its in everything we do. Its as much a part of me, as a part of you, and your friends, and everything thats made us smile, laugh, and cry. Its who we are, its wha