Neville

When You Were Perfect

When You Were Perfect

You were by no means the beginning

And now

There is no use pretending

That you might have been

The end

Never the less

I loved your false innocence

Those orphan clothes

Our differences

The way we were

When we were on our own

But like so many dreams

Ours faded

And now that it’s all over

Don’t hate me

Or the memories we made

Think of me with fond regard

If you think of me at all

For nothing can tarnish now

My memory of you

As you were

When we were lovers

For then you were perfect