Yesterday's heartache
Today's dream...
A single white dove
Sits on her windowsill...
It's the words that scorn me
But your love that kills...
Like spring rains, so gently falling
They nurture flowers and love birds calling...
Look into my eyes
What do you see...
If I lost you
There would really be no going back...
Standing, patiently waiting
as the train starts to slow...
Love is when .....
when you miss him before your apart...
On one day, last July
you made me cry...
Little light, that shines so bright.
Your endless spark, feared by blight...
Love, is horizon,
always there. Life, is a road...
Subtlety is not my forte when it comes to you;
Open mouth, spilling words long left dormant...