Do you think that we might find the time-
To have ourselves a talk?
To set aside our differences-
And maybe take a walk?
Go back to the old park bench-
To pleasant times itís true...
You took your pen, and on my hand-
You wrote that ďI love youĒ.
Those days of youth are long since gone
And as the roses fade-
It seems our love has also waned-
For our mistakes itís paid.
But still a spark is burning deep
Within this heart of mine...
And sometime, dear, within your eyes
Those embers also shine.
This world has far too little love-
And has far too much hate-
Why donít we try to rescue ours-
Before it grows too late?
Iím sorry for the things Iíve said-
The way Iíve treated you...
Please bear in mind, my darling
Youíve had your bad days too.
Canít we just bury all that trash-
And start our romance oíer?
For passing years, I greatly fear-
Have made me love you more.
I know that I have lied to you-
Your faith in me is gone...
But, honey, canít we try again?
I know that I was wrong.
Iíll do the very best I can...
I know Iím not a saint-
Please understand, Iím what I am-
I canít be what I ainít.