sweet memories
of you and me
of when your bedroom was our world
of those endless lazy sunday mornings
of the soft touch of the sunlight coming between the curtains

discovering us

a new continent
a new island
a lake inside a cavern
-the nature of ourselves

~

the less words we need
the more things are said and known

and you know what is better than anything?
i still have you by my side

and it tastes like forever
-as sweet as the sweet memories