I wish my memory was worse
Remembering lost love's a curse
Two years ago, today, we were
As one,exploring him and her

Though you forget I never will
The excitement, tension and the thrill
Of exploring needs and matching lust
The ecstasy, the taste, the touch

For you the past is gone, is dead
Just a faint echo in your head
Remembering lost love is just a curse
Oh that my memory was worse