Reminiscence

They say intelligence 
Is the ability to adapt 
To new situations 
 
Now it took me six years 
To get over my X 
So I think myself stupid 
 
I reminisce 
She woke me up sometimes 
By touching my lips 
 
I am a soul 
Which holds on 
To the dawn 
 
I wonder what it is 
Perhaps it is self-pity 
That causes this 
 
And so I look back 
At a thousand horizons 
I've seen once at dusk 
 
How fortunate I am 
Surely I am blessed 
With these torturous memories 
 
And after all I tell myself 
It should be hard to let go of 
This hard love

Hard Love