You are hiding in my dreams...Myheart, my thoughts - my soulA sweet scented secretLike waiting for thebud of a rose to bloomClouding my vision -with ..
**~~**In my heart, what I thought to be love Was simply my own desireSo brief...Gone before time could tell it even happenedLike a whisper...Barely he..
The birth of time ...Has signed her name upon my faceAnd the breath of my words no longer receive soft, whispered repliesWith thoughts trickling drop ..