Watercolour Memories


    I would share memories of my childhood


    With my dear lady love.


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    Things look so much better from a distance


    And what is time but a direction


    Scars fade, wounds heal.


    We don''t remember pain for a reason.


    And what pain there was, I have to say


    Was coloured in by joy


    A counterweight, so very great


    Back when I was but a boy.


    Perhaps it is cruel of me, to paint with half the colours


    Or is it just a form of love


    Not to give pain to another


    For she has not had an easy life


    Nor seen goals and dreams fulfilled


    So I strip shadows from the canvas


    When I share with her my world.