It is you I dream of !
A flower grows from beneath a blanket of fine and purest white.
It reaches toward the sun for warmth and light.
My love for you grows stronger still despite the surrounding cold.
My heart is yours bartered and gone for yours has it been sold.
Its petals shine from morning dew.
Its stem grows stiff and strong, stands strong through the freezing cold and stands through the long winter.
I long for you, your soft touch and I miss the way you smile.
The longer we stay…
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Posted on August 28, 2009 at 1:10pm — 1 Comment