...Rememberance, I remember when you were here. It's been along time since I pictured your frame hanging beside my bed, on my we laid in front of time and travelled backwards so we could be first in line to record the defintion of passion without feeling embarassed that I traced every line of a love not mine. Never will be probably since love is not needed to feel another's heart beating in sequence with the pace of your movements. My love is proceeded by the passion neede to just enjoy your time. Continous as I remember when we used to kiss just because if we didn't, we would forget what each other looked like. In the dark with no light I see you staring at me, remembering what it felt like to be happy because happy is what I made you since, now, you only want for me.