Saturday, January 1, 2011

Her

Her hair
Her eyes
Her voice
Her sighs

Nothing would get between her and I
Nothing in the world
Not wind
Not fire nor ice
Not even times of thick or thin

No one is in comparison
No one can come close
Its only her I see in the crowd
It is only her I hear in the wind

To sit by a fire
To read our favorite books
Or to listen and make music on those empty nights

If only it could be true
If only I were there
But for now its not

But for her it will be
I will be there
Soon it will be

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