Accurate Memories?!

I remember you left smiling,
not a kiss you were filing
on a negative category,
but a joyful allegory...
that's how I remember things...
For as the morning rooster surely sings,
I've always been one to recognise
the true colour of your eyes...
And I've always been patient,
and still don't feel that ancient...
not to endure another turn,
just another frost burn...