Some Things Arn't Ment To Be Forgotten

The passing wake of sorrows,
and I'm sitting as if all's well,
because my minds entranced once more,
by the sweet lullaby your voice had held.

And sitting hear entranced by you,
I'm struck by such aweful fear,
will all of this become but a forgone dream?
would such a flame just die out hear?

Nay, this joy cant ever end,
impossible shall forgetting be,
no matter what heartbreak lies ahead,
I still once lived in this once blissful beauty.

And within this blank empty room,
I reach out to thee pleading,
begging only for your warm embrace,
denying this joy to be dreaming.

So now I ask if you'll take my hand,
and prove not that I'll forget this,
but prove to me that dreams come true,
and regardless to choice, i wont regret this