Like each day grows as blades of grass with countless more to live, My heart, it longs to be with hers; these words to her I give. As springtime comes with cold and rain to make my heart light grow, Gone are my days of loneliness amidst the winters snow. My love, my love, I call to you. My heart cries in the night. To feel your warmth, your summer sun And dance beneath your starlight. To know the pain of loneliness twas mine before I knew She saw my eyes, how grey they seemed, before a heart so blue. And each day grows as blades of grass with countless more to live. These words are all I have and more, to her, my heart I give.
Posted on: Thu, 24 Oct 2013 06:41:12 +0000
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