My fondest memory of you,
Is of swings and apple trees.

There was always so much to do,
With your adventurous expertise.

I can no longer remember your voice, your face has become a photograph.

With you it was always a time of rejoice. You were my better half.

Paper boats hold meaning,
With the same childlike style.

The memories are now fleeting,
It's taken me a while to remember how to smile.

I'd rather visit you in my dreams,
Than at your grave.

Like a paper boat in the ravines,
Getting taken away by the wave.