| I write and write crumbling pages up after pages I can't get it down, I can't show them how you are Once you were the wind. Moving from place to place . Taking away my breath. Stealing my dreams. With a soft touch, smooth hands and eyes of blue you see into my soul. Opening doors that were closed. Some much to do and say, wanting to talk and share. You fill me up and take me away on a trip that will last me a life time and beyone. |