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...
28th April, 2012.
In the greenery at the backyard...
I'm hearing those whispers again
that tap on my musical window...
I walk alone
the path that leads to no where...