when wiil this start?
to the near end
or at the beginning
in our hearts
where she took place
a friend of long ago
the bitterness we took
and the love she gave
puzzles and wonderings
whereabouts of ours
wherever she may be
the hurtaches and pains
our dear remedy, is she
when we fall from climbing
what took place is a remedy
a cure which came out of her
her opponent
sometimes we took the wrong route
we thought that rain is a blessing
as we stroll along for a walk
but the only pure thing
is she, ai'nt it