A river is a body of water
With lot of stories to tell
Sadness and happiness
Oh, how I remembered them so well
There I was thinking of him,
his love making; his favorite words,
My untimely smiles
“A kiss is not a kiss, he said”.
your ear lobe kiss, your soft hands
that traces the outer ridge of my body”.
His soft moaning indicates that I was right on target

There I was on daredevil's cliff thinking of him,
A river is a body of water with lots of stories to tell
I remembered them so well:  
Sadness and happiness
Like unforgettable ****** buried treasures

The winds whispered in my ear,
You have come a long way,
I must indeed say:
Memories and wisdom
pain and gain:
Bittersweet Nostalgia

My love and I were just seasonal lovers
I lost all faith in him
he was a scourge to his sensitive pride.

Today we are in a different country
Our smiles is now upside down
Our laugher is seldom heard,
Between us is the Brooklyn Bridge,
When he uses to look at me
his brown eyes tell his soul

It’s going to be colder outside,
For lovers like us,
He with his flannel pajamas
And I with my heavy pink robe and
fuzzy slippers
it's going to be a lonely winter