Tears For Spirits Alive, Love's Here

I cry awaiting your return. Your supple skin. Your fragrance of Lavender. Which is doused with mother earth now and its purity. I cry. I feel your presence. I cry. My glasses fog as I peer to the corner. Baby, is that you? I know that you’re with me because every so often I feel the same chills, that I felt when I first met you… and I cry. Baby, I will always love you even when my frozen battery's completely stopped and father time is out for the clocked, watched. I’m gone but hopefully the tears I’ve shed past my now quiet room will lead me to your open arms, as all feel joy and pain. It’s ok to cry because I cry. 2/13/18 "Valentines Day" contest Sponsored by: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer