Nondum amabam, et amare amabam.

And teeming upon what we thought we had lost,
But now we brush off, we thaw through our frost.

Our memories fight to keep in our heads,
Although we have others that crawl through our beds!

Still when you see it, it's awfully true,
I think She might remember, baby..Do you?

Oh surely it's sad, it's tragic, it's low,
To think of what seems far too long ago.

But you never quite lose the first one you had,
And for this, my friend, you should always be glad.

Wipe your eyes, for it's too late now,
Had this been then, you wouldn't know how.

Just how it was possible to end up this way,
When you thought that Death would be Two's last day.

And so, now we weep, you weep, She does
For what is, what may be, what's there and what was.

P.S- Don't cry. We love you.