I hate titles....

Back in the past, when things felt right,
We held each other through the night.
Your touch was soft, your kiss was slow,
A kind of love I’ll always know.

It felt so deep, so big, so real,
A fire I never thought would heal.
We had a bond, just me and you,
Something rare, something true.

We gave our hearts, we both were in,
No games, no lies, no need to spin.
It was raw, it was strong,
Even if it didn’t last long.

Now we’ve gone our separate ways,
But I still think of those old days.
A love like that don’t just disappear—
It fades, but stays somewhere near.

No hard feelings, no regret,
Just memories I can’t forget.
Sometimes at night, when it’s all still,
I feel you there — and maybe I always will.