Your Love, Still, Feeds My Heart
touch me softly
When I am all alone, and my heart
When I am alone, and my need to be loved
The thought of you, my love,
like a gentle blowing breeze, fills
the need of the moment-and takes
Tho the emptiness is always with me....
You, my love, touch me softly through
and what will never be again.
Your love still feeds my heart . . .
I love you... and if I had the chance
[written 11:38 am September 30, 2012]