Analysis of A sweet memory

There are times
when looking into your arms continue to dwell with me.
My body aches a distance as clear and as vacant as a memory.
Sometimes your song is a soloed soul prepared for all the words and dreams I've mentioned. It is as if I have looked into your eyes and seen the glimmer parts of light of life there in the valley of dark despair.
Oh, how I wonder about You, my cleanest memory, of all those porcelain fields of urineaide you are galloped with throughout these years.
Oh, a memory, a sweet memory of your bites across my ears.
It's as if it is a reflection of those plainest sights that sore eyes can mention or even dares to dream.
You, Merlina, are my fate are my reality. Not my fantasy....Not...my fantasy...