Time never travels so quicky that your face does not appear,
or I feel a pause within . . . without,
as if you were really here.
And words never come so easy that I could say them all
to help you understand me or show love, most of all.
Most of all.
There really is some sort of magic. I used to wonder why.
But now I only smile about it.
That secret's best of all . . . best of all.
A part of me is somewhere with you no matter where you are.
Don't take that part for granted --
it will fill you fullest
[This message has been edited by iliana (01-20-2004 03:40 AM).]