““Your memories Thoughts that travel from memories to mind, Many feelings and emotions they unwind, Almost like a stiff creeper vine that uncurls with first Spring shower, Your memories make me feel like a flower, That waits to feel clad in the Sunshine, And unwind just like the weary and twisted creeper vine, But right now there is neither you nor the Sun, but just the creeper, That grows on the surface of your imagination as your thoughts sink into me deeper and deeper, While I wait for you and the creeper waits for the rain drops, I hope this love affair with hoping and imagining someday stops, So that the creeper vines can gradually and forever unwind, So that you exist in the real world and not just in the memories of my mind!””
