She languishes there among my memories br br making fleeting and unexpected appearances; br br cupid's arrows still flying true br br to my heart stone; br br before I can look to see br br she is gone again, br br mixing in perfectly among other opaque br br things which live too inside my mind. br br She would lay sometimes in full view br br on her Cleopatra Sofa br br almost it seemed br reachable br br but no; br br my extended mental hand br br would reach br grasping only air br br and she is gone again- br br I'm sure after feasting br on that perfect cantaloupe br br of my adoring glances. br br She remains most times perfectly still br br for all memory is perfectly still br br br and that is its curse-she never ages br br in my mind over the many years since br br I saw her last; br br while I have. br br br br The tragic irony here is br br I have moved on and she remains br br living there pristine br br in that Memory World which I provide, br br my gift to her. br br br br Perhaps actually seeing her br br would ruin things for she and I. br br br br So I will keep her in her perfect world; br br it is the least I can do br br for my Old Perfect Love br br and hope too, that I br inhabit a similar place br in her mind.