Creeva’s World 2.0

I remem­ber strolling with you late at night
Glanc­ing at the con­stel­la­tions watch­ing
Feel­ing your del­i­cate touch
We talked and lis­tened
As the night air spoke secrets
Sadly rem­i­nisc­ing about the mem­o­ries
For­got­ten in the past
The lit­tle prob­lems that seemed huge
Look­ing back every­thing was perfect