Holding hands, making plans like a woman does with her man.
Kissing fingers while fantasy lingers like smoke from the bonfire of long gone winters.
Remembering all the little things that bring the winter into spring
like how we’d met and how we’d sing
out of tune, but full of joy, a song we never knew so well
but always cried to and always felt
like our hearts could in the winter melt.
I loved you so. I kiss your memory
and thoughts of you will always send me
to some forgotten wintery place
where hands will hold your heart, your face.
I love your blog. Your writings are heartfelt..
I thank you from the bottom of my heart for that. I hope only that my words and feelings can a bring a little joy to people that deserve it. People like you. Best wishes, Michael
BEAUTIFUL ~ You’re not being ignored by the heaavens, the Father is listening and will not deny you seasons of great love. You are always prayed for ~Faithfully Deborah
On Mon, 7 May 2012 23:02:34 +0000, “comment-reply@wordpress.com”
sorry NOTHING came thru in your comment.
I don’t know about these computers sometimes. I got your message and I tried to reply. My message to you was a simple thank you for all of your kindness, support and love. From my heart to yours, Michael
Thanks dear~ goodnight
Did you get my message?