You Don't Remind Me

You don't remind me of the iris in spring Or of dawn on the mountain when the bluebirds starts to sing You don't remind me of the breeze on the bay Or of stars in the fountain where the silver fishes play Through the moon glow in September, you reveal no resemblance Of the first snow in November, you're not even a semblance No, you don't remind me of the world around me Or behind me for so much thus my love for you blinds me That, my darling, you only remind me of you, of you, of you