Portrait of the King

I remember you in Paris
On the bank of the lazy Seine
Our room was painted all in pink
Hung a portrait of the king

I remember you in Italy
Your skin milk chocolate brown
Your eyes the green of sapphire gems
A tattered wedding gown

I remember you so faithfully
But everything is fading
Our path grows dark, the sun was set
Should we have forsaken it?

I remember you slow dancing
Near the rippled aqua sea
The beach shone with pebbled glass
Smooth beneath our feet

A ferry swept us into Greece
An abandoned hut we took
Stared into the great escape
Slept beneath a wooden roof

There’s a sprinkle of stars in the black midnight sky
The new moon a bucket of dark ashes
Was that enough light to brighten our night?
Were we blinded by the throes of our passion?

I remember you so faithfully
But everything is fading
Our path grows dark, the sun was set
Should we have forsaken it?