Within the Palace of Memory,
there are a thousand doors.
Each one a portal,
that looks upon a moment in time.
As I wander the halls,
each door i open,
shows a memory of you.
The day we met.
The day i professed my love to you.
The night i wept as i bared the darkest sin of my soul to you.
The first time we heard each others voices.
There is a door for the moment i knew that you loved me too.
And oh so many others.
One for each time we have laughed together.
Within the Palace of Memory,
there are a thousand doors.
Each one opening,
to reveal a shining jewel,
from the treasure of my heart.
-- Dennis Saran
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