Whispers In the Wind
Quietly i sit alone, thinking of the days we shared, and how you made me laugh. Wishing,
that then was now, and not only in the past. The way you used to look at me, when i walked
into the room, did it all just disappear, because our loves no longer new.? Impatiently i
waited just to hear your voice each day, longing to hear you sing to me, melting my heart
away. Tell me its not over, tell me this is not the end, that when i open my eyes, its you i
hear, and not whispers in the wind!
Copyright © Cynthia Wilson | Year Posted 2009
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