Memory

I am filled with thoughts of you;
As a sword stabs a narrow,
It hurts me so,
Pervading me with woe;
Lo, I am all alone now,
Forsaken by my love;
Your memories spread through
My flesh and blood with rue.

I never did presume you would leave;
Yield the moments we did weave,
Take some and give me some;
I shall go and never come;
Let us cherish the good moments,
And not regret the bad instance;
Just let the memories stay,
Even when we are far away.