I remember you.

You taught me what love was. You taught me what tenderness could be my Scotland beauty and you painted my world to a more beautiful place.  Made my anger and disappointment fade away. Your taught me. I was going to be okay.

You called me, dear and honey. You were my old fashion gal in a fast-paced world. I was intoxicated by your beautiful brown eyes and auburn hair. I knew paradise in your kiss and in your embrace.

I told you once. I wanted you forever, wanted you to be my wife. We made promises we could not keep.

I wonder how you did my Scotland beauty do?
We never said the proper goodbye.
You got away from me and I believe you were lucky.
Young men waste away everything they touch.
Few young men know true wisdom.
I learn too late, I held a true Angel.

You called me because I got sick.  You told me, I forgive you Johnnie. We were too young and you wanted everything.

I never forgave myself. In a old wishing well.
I wished you found someone who would honor and love you forever. Someone who knows how beautiful and kind you are.

Dreams and wishes would become less painful with time and separation. I still dream of my Scottish girl and I.
Knowing the true splendor of love. Sharing hope, coffee and life.

                   Coyote/John Castellenas