Forget? 
Ah, never! 
Your eyes, your voice, your lips. 
Those little ways of love, 
Half-childish yet all-wise 
That held me but a slave to you, 
Will never loose their bonds. 
The power to forget 
Would Fate but yield to me.

Remember? 
Ah, too well! 
The hurt, the pain, the grief. 
The wrack of nightly dreams, 
The ruth of brooding days, 
Have left a lesion in my soul 
That only Heaven can heal. 
Remembrance is the lot 
That Fate does hold for me.