chris frank

Their Dream Awaits

One week feels like a month

The loss of touch, the missing piece.

The smallest things, a fluffy pillow, a heavy door,

Make him smile and her remember those lost days 

He wants her back, he knows the question 

Can she make her dreams come true

 

Without him there she still has small hands,

Hands she knows will make her smile

But no one there sings her love song,

Holds her heart and makes her sing. 

She knows small hands alone won’t solve her problems,

A life together she knows awaits. 

 

Once in a lifetime you meet this heart,

A sparkling girl or a crazy boy.

Destiny tells you their soul is special,

Blue eyes like the sea or an embrace like home.

Without knowing this soul becomes your love,

And with this love you can dream again.