Away From the One

On the road far away from the one , that makes his heart skip a beat. Miles of distance between them, her voice across the airways can't bridge. I know he thinks ,my favorite color is green, no thats not right, long and the softest black. Not at all , thats not a color,........thats her, or an essence of her. He finds it almost impossible to concentrate, a picture of her is painted in his minds eye. A breath of Spring in the cold of winter, is her fragrance ,that he breathes. A yearning for her is the music, that drives the beat of his heart. His Love for her, is what gets him through the day, and lets him hold her in his dreams.