Flavour of You

You remember that time,

when we were going,

coming back to our land.

You picked up a soap,

don't know for what,

but you showed me and said,

that it was so good.

Years have passed by,

you and me flew far,

but today sitting down,

I tought to me,

if it was only a dream.

And thinking down,

looking up I saw a bottle alone,

with no letters nor notes,

I sniffed it and tought,

that it was true.

The flavour was still on,

and you were right for what it was,

but I don't even think about,

because to me,

for how it good it may be,

one thing only I feel,

and that's the flavour of you.