Dear Amanda,
Here, sitting in the seminar room
nearly the end of this era,
A thought of you crosses my
mind
I remember a song you used to
sang
The Love song that makes me
loose myself in a daydream
Here sitting,
I remember how much I needed
you
How you used to say, "I love you"
just like the chorus that
flows like the waters
Thus I, like a tree I am rooted
deep,
rooted deep to that Love song
you sang
Here sitting,
I am waiting, willing to hear your
sweet soft song again
For your song is the rhythm of
my words
from which you and I are bound
forever
