The Old Words

To hear her voice,would make you entranced Too feel her laugh,and in just a moment A simple glance! All worries;like Icarus, wings shall grow and take flight. Off into the heavens,forever gone, long forgotten, to say forever goodnight. The smell of her skin---long,lingering on my lips, and my sheets. Her kiss--'If death was to come' My heart would pause to beat. Her sweet breathe that I am lucky to know No matter if nothing had ever happened , would be enough even still though She is no longer mine yet her heart still beats in my soul, like God's hand coming down A Storm simply out of control! ' ''I do love bad weather''