Words

I am a face without a name,
A girl without a shadow,
A torn page from a lover's diary,
A story you can borrow...
I dwell in fading memories,
You can feel me in the breeze,
Don't think too much about me,
Or ill grow on you like a disease!
But do meet me when it is April;
To sing with me spring's song...
And in that crimson colored evening,
I'll tell you what went wrong!