They came to me last night.
To check if my love was really real,
To see how bad my heart was broken.
They asked me how I felt,
They asked me everything about her.
How her hair flowed,
How her touch felt,
What her smile did,
How her innocence captivated,
How her voice soothed,
How a glimpse of her shone.
They asked me the colour of her eyes,
And I could see her eyes again.
And then maybe they saw,
The love and pain in my eyes.
So they took away all memories of her,
So I could move on,
Get over the pain,
And find real love.
The Love Angels cared.
So they took away my favourite memories.