You are taunting me my darling
Even though you don't realize it
For when ever I hum a lover's melody
Or dream a spell of the emotions
That once were firing in my soul and heart
A vision of you appears wearing a tender smile.
Which is agony to my love sick arms
But even though I yearn and yearn
For some more memories to be created
I'd rather yearn in solitude
Than to take the risk once more
Of being hurt by your untrue heart.