Saturday, June 5, 2010

I know my love can be heard

Every breeze that blows
brings your scent to me;
Every bird that sings
calls out your name to me;
Every dream that appears
brings your face to me;
Every glance at your face
has left its trace with me.

1 comment:

Patrick said...

Spent the night reading through most of your posts. You write beautifully, and I just thought you should hear that! Looking forward to more. :)

Keep it up!