For every time the wind blows
A thought of you awakens
With each draft there after
My heart is but forsaken.
With every single rain drop
In my thoughts you tend to linger
With every rose that opens
A thorn but ****** my finger.
With every thought of you
It's true, I must confess
A dream you come to be
Although I seem to love you best.
Our hands have never touched
Our eyes have yet to meet
But with every waken moment
It is YOU, I feel I need.
With these thoughts, I follow
Where ever they shall lead
In hopes that maybe someday
They'll be more than just a dream.
Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 4:35 PM UTC
For every time the wind blows
A thought of you awakens
With each draft there after
My heart is but forsaken.
With every single rain drop
In my thoughts you tend to linger
With every rose that opens
A thorn but ****** my finger.
With every thought of you
It's true, I must confess
A dream you come to be
Although I seem to love you best.
Our hands have never touched
Our eyes have yet to meet
But with every waken moment
It is YOU, I feel I need.
With these thoughts, I follow
Where ever they shall lead
In hopes that maybe someday
They'll be more than just a dream.
Copyright2005 Candy R. Glidden
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