The love is growing and growing fast.
The past is coming up to last.
It wanders slowly back to us.
With hopes of taking us back.
Time stands still as the past waits.
But for most the past is done.
For I the past is trouble.
It shall never take me back.
For some, the past is endearing.
The past finds it's ways.
However the past tries.
It will never get me.
Throughout this temptation it brings to me.
The past will stay in the past.
It will never get me.
For I have found something better.
The love I longed for.
The caring I craved.
The happiness that eluded me.
And the one I will never lose.