Another plant uprooted...in a new forest
containing Rivers Of Hope-untamed paradise...
I miss your hugs, invigorating charms
I anticipate when, you're back in my arms...
I was born under the brook of battle
Raised to charge to the siren of the horn...
What is it?
Who is it...
I never really knew you,
But at first Sight I've spoken to you...
Cold and dreary feels like yesterday,
falling snowflakes, a lonely New York, a few...
The sound of your voice
The feel of your touch...
And even though it hurts
Slowly killing me inside...
My dear love, dream ever so sweetly.
While I lie awake my thoughts only always find...
What if...
Time stood still...
Given the opportunity she'd exchange her
aspirations for a chance at him living his...
28th April, 2012.
In the greenery at the backyard...