I'll remember her, How incredibly naive she was, I couldn't quite believe she was Sincere, So alert, So impertinent And yet so sweet. My defeat Was clear. I'll remember her, Her absurd exaggerating And her utterly deflating Repartee And the only thing that worries me at all Is whether she'll remember me. I'll remember her In the evenings when I'm lonely And imagining if only She were there. I'll relive, Oh, so vividly, Our sad and sweet, Incomplete Affair. I'll remember her Heavy-hearted when we parted. With her eyes so full of tears she couldn't see And I'll feel inside a foolish sort of pride To think that she remembers me.