July 21, 2011

So Many Times

How often do I think of you?
Whenever a sweet drop of rain
falls upon my opened lips
It makes me wonder of all
the kisses we won't share
Whenever the golden ray of sun
touches this heated skin
I think of your large hands
upon my upturned face
Whenever a moment passes
and you're still far away,
I can not promise
that my thoughts will not
be with you.

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