I Will Never Know Another Who Knew Me Quite So Well
By Lang Leav
I remember when I met you,
the hands of time stood still
you and your camera smile
a flash of something real
We talked until the evening,
the moon came out for awhile;
the clock resumed its ticking
and my heart was on the dial.
The morning came to claim you,
and as far as I can tell
I will never know another,
who knew me quite so well.