My heart is not a memory*

My heart is not a memory*

Once upon a time many moments ago

My Soul* directs me to a place in Morocco

I had a lover there, Spanish descent she came

She was of beauty and so was her name

For her name was Rosa, a woman of all desires

Once in her presence your heart would be ablaze with fire

With Middle Eastern charm and a Spanish guitar I hear

If I remember this so openly now, she is with me crystal clear

Dom*Colucci 2012