I.D.A.N

I think of you more often than not 

I think of you when the rain drops shine ,

on the edge of the newborn leaves 

When the moon hides among cloudy sleeves 

I think of you more often than not 

I think of you when the lonely night proceeds 

Or when the hectic day decease 

I think of you more often than not 

Yet there's no straining pain

No longing in vain 

You simply resides in my heart 

in a form of a memory unwilling to depart