Dear love,
Your heart beats
to the rhythm of the rain,
I feel your pulse,
in my every vein.
I see your smile
in every sun-drenched day,
I feel your kiss
and I become your clay.
I wipe away the tears
when I hear your cry.
I carry you like the wind,
carries goodbye.
Some say I’m crazy
and that love knows no death,
because I never stopped loving you
since you took your final breath.
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the last line was meaningful as awareness to love being that which is remembered …rain has a ring as well …I write much about blue and rain …the two most influenced words on my list…thank you for sharing…
*blue*
NIce twist. Am still reading you but rarely have time to comment of late.
Cheers
Glenn
if I can be crazy for love so let be this madness to be in than any other illusion