Meter and line

Some things just slip from my mind Sweet memories leave me blind Just like a love song meant for the dead How should the rite be read I remember the warm embrace I remember the way you taste in my mouth Speak to me in three quarter time Oh my love is a slave to meter and line Oh glorious, oh glorious, oh glorious Hope of my heart a 'trembling Like a winter flowers cold springing I see her lying there unchanged Drifting along the astral plane Even as she was growing then You could still find her looking into my mind Heavy voice with a velvet look There's a stillness in place of breath that she took Closer to me than my anatomy Somet hings just slip from my mind