The weather is getting warm, I guess that's what brings these memories out in me. At least that's what I'm telling myself. I remember how beautiful she was, sharp lights wrapped around the trees, the river flowing, although not heard over the congregation. Her eyes touching my soul, although I would never say, how foolish of me to let an opportunity like that pass. I regret not telling her now how much I love her, although I tried. Now I am without her, and the world turns... I hope it's true about circles... things come back around, because I would love to have that feeling again.