All that remains is the frigid wind,
That once blew across your blushed face
When we frolicked beyond the hills in the winter seasons.
And the wind was our symphony.

All that remains is the warm sun,
That once illuminated your caring face
When we dined in afternoon bliss beside the ocean's waves.
And the sun was our guardian.

All that remains are the leaves,
That once fell upon your angelic face
When we leaped into the pile on our lawn by our picturesque house.
And the leaves were our bed.

All that remains is my heart,
That once beat for your innocent face
When we met in our dreams and vowed to never part.
And my heart is still yours.