When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,I cry.
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,I cry.
