Hair the colour of wheat with a backdrop of crashing waves,
near the cliffs of hardened stone with the dark and hidden caves.
She sits and walks her friends until her soul is hard and cold
her beauty is what saves her from the fate of growing old.
She has a heart the size of an Island, and eyes that always shine
The only flaw that I can find is this lady isn’t mine.
The wires allow our words to touch and our lonely eyes to meet,
But to wrap my arms around her is an unknown dream like feat.
I wait each day for a word or two, a sign her world is right,
But I go to bed with an aching soul in the heavy dark of night.
What I want is taken and so many roads to walk,
I work each solitary day waiting for that chance to talk.
I want to touch that face of ivory and feel the hair of gold
I want to revel in her warmth before I get too old.
Carol your quite amazing , that’s a chord that rings so true
And you my love remember , these words are just for you.