Now

Those photographs may not contain the souls of the memory
nor divide image from emotion.

The facts from the time seperate from the look on her face.
Now I recall the beginning.

I can remember like it's still that day,
and can recall just what I'd felt for you.
I can't go back in time anyway,
or erase any of the things I used to do.

For you I wish I could
for you I would, no hesitation.
But that was then
and this is only now.