Its hard to think of a memory that is unclear
A fact
A charm
A single glow
... but when you really think of an idea you wonder what about the idea what about that memory brings light to the day of love in the glaze...

I think and think but the way is still a stray
I wonder and I keep but the way I see makes a hole so deep
This love this heat wraps up tight and it leaves me weak
I want it but i just cant have it
This love is sweet
But my heart is weak

                         - Mamma B