I swear I can make out your shape in the clouds,
Hear your whisper in the wind,
See your eyes sparkle in the stars at night.
I feel your presence everywhere
And yet,
You're no where
I want you to be.
I hope you can see me, though
And know,
Your not forgotten.
Saturday, June 05, 2010
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dime mi amor..we can get together one of these weekends let me know..
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