Watercolour Memories

  I would share memories of my childhood

  With my dear lady love.

  Edited with humour, sans the fear and loss.

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  Things look so much better from a distance

  And what is time but a direction

  Scars fade, wounds heal.

  We don't remember pain for a reason.

  And what pain there was, I have to say

  Was coloured in by joy

  A counterweight, so very great

  Back when I was but a boy.

  Perhaps it is cruel of me, to paint with half the colours

  Or is it just a form of love

  Not to give pain to another

  For she has not had an easy life

  Nor seen goals and dreams fulfilled

  So I strip shadows from the canvas

  When I share with her my world.