Love
...omising year. But listen very closely and hear the sorrowed sounds. My tears are those of missing you, A void that’s never filled by any of the numerous activities That we run to do every day. From day to day I’m at a loss, not knowing what to do. My heart's a rocky soil, parched and untilled. I feel just like my garden I bet, lucky to have found someone Who wanted no one else but me... To take care of in the same way That I wish to provide with shelter and good days in my grounds Trees of green leaves and comfortable and pleasant grass To my special one, you! My thoughts are often far off, but mostly are of you... I caught a tear today upon my fingertip. I strained to see the memories you’ve le...