Not to tell you,
That I always loved you,
And probably always will,
Would've been an insult in our memory,
We have seen different places,
Thousands of different faces,
Different forgotten difficulties,
Different glories of all sorts.
And even though our lives have begun differently,
We might speak different tongues,
We come from different parts of the world.
Our hearts will always beat as one.
It was often, to me, told,
That I should keep my thoughts to myself,
That I should keep memories, memories,
And not bring them back.
But to think of all of that,
I came to the understanding,
That all those feelings,
All those thoughts.
Were but the truth,
Hidden for ages,
Deep within the roots,
Of my memories.
"I hope you understand.."