Yesterdays song still plays,
so often a breeze of you,
enters into my being,

Blue pages, are now blue,
filled with so many words,
somehow they are still empty,

It is this very month,
like a shooting star,
falling from night sky,

You fell into my landscape,
slowly planted your roots,
into the rich soil of my heart,

Sometimes when the day fades,
night fall begins to enter,
still You walk into my dreams,

Every morning, hope arises,
only for the rain to pour,
you are still absent,missed,

In the shadows of unknown,
my soul senses your near,
sometimes if just reading,

My heart knows, you stop by,
for once it is in you,
you cannot let go,

You are here, hidden,
with an unkown name,
in mysterious disguise,

You a shinning shooting star,
fell into my heart,
our love, a supernova,

Whose light flamed hot,
fast, passionate, blinding,
burning out before its time.

Everyday I have hope,
somehow that star will fall,
once again from the night sky.

            

[This message has been edited by A Romantic Heart (07-04-2008 02:34 PM).]

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