Memory builds a little pathway
that goes winding through my heart.
It's a lovely, quiet, gentle trail
from other things apart.
I only meet, when travelling there,
the folks I like the best,
For this road I call remembrance,
is hidden from the rest.
But I hope I'll always find you
in my memory rendezvous,
For I keep this little secret place,
just to meet with you.
Me having a Memory Rendezvous