Thursday, September 24, 2009

Randomness Found Online That I Am Rather Fond Of

Midnights in Winter
The glowing fire
Lights up your face in orange and gold.
I see your sweet smile
Shine through the darkness
Its' line is etched in my memory.
So I'd know you by heart.
Mornings in April
Sharing our secrets
We'd walk until the morning was gone.
We were like children
Laughing for hours
The joy you gave me lives on and on.
Cause I know you by heart.
I still hear your sweet voice
On warm Summer nights
Whispering like the wind.
You left in Autumn
The leaves were turning
I walked down roads of orange and gold.
I saw your sweet smile
I heard your laughter
You're still here beside me every day.
'Cause I know you by heart.

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