We cannot forget the loving time, br The special ones that pass, br Our hearts remember, sometimes learn, br The pain that seems to last. br br To rise up strong, br To re-love again, br Who can hold a virtue such as this? br Who shall give their heart away, br Who dare to take the risk? br br Our minds recall, br Our souls perceives, br Yet the heart learns to carry on- br Maybe it isn’t the mind or soul, br But the heart that sings the song- br br Of love, of hurt, br Of pain and joy, br The dashing looks, br Of a girl or boy. br The times we lead, br The days we’ve wed, br And despite all hurt, to love instead.