I can’t remember her, but I know she’ll understand
I never knew her well though she told me I was her friend
What colour were her eyes?
Were they brown like tea or soil?
What colour were her locks?
Were they black like coal and sprang like a coil?
Was she thin and weak like a twig in the Spring?
Was she light like a feather floating in the wind?
Was she brave like a lion or timid like a lamb?
Or was she a bit of both, more like a ram?
Was she kind, and her heart soft like a rose?
Was she the kind who cared and learned as she goes?
I can’t remember her, but I know she’ll understand
I never knew her well though she told me I was her friend