I can't remember what I did last week But I can remember, The smile of a beautiful kindergarten girl As she passed my way. She was you You whom I can't say I was meant to be with. Yet I am willing to admit that I dreamed of you Before I ever dreamed of love, Sitting at the foot of my bed Whispering words lost to time. And as time passes Reality catches up with these memories And a kiss labels you my first love And my first love becomes my teacher, And I hers. Eagerly we learn eachothers lessons Committing them to memory. Then together we make memories You trying to teach me how to sing I attempting to expand your horizions The first time we made love Which was honestly making love, erasing the line between sex and love To make all things one, At least for the moment. Then the moment passes And I have to collect my memories Build a place in my heart For you, apart from all others. But now. I have a new love, And I can't hold on to you anymore, And I can't dismiss what we had. So I make one more memory; The day I gave you the part of my heart That was always yours, And pray that you never forget THAT I LOVE YOU..