If ever
you see my face,
in the spring,
or in the fall .
During a gentle rain,
or when a flower blooms,
or a tree bursts forth it`s fruit,
think of me.
Remember
that i loved you,
even though,
i never told you.
But you knew;
you could feel my love,
in the falling dew,
of the morning sun,
you knew.
You gave me peace
you touched my soul,
you knew,
that i loved you so...
- Author: Ron parrish (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 21st, 2017 16:18
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 27
Comments2
So very LOVEly Wordman!
thank you very much
Beautiful.
thank you my friend,appreciate the visit
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