A word being so unsaid, But somewhere in his eyes I’ve read.. A touch never being held, But somewhere in his presence I held.. A melody never being sung, But somewhere through his heart I always listen.. A kiss never being wished, But somewhere in his smile I see what he missed.. A flower never being given.. But somewhere through his soul I already had millions.. His love being never told.. But its d only thng That he foretold..
Posted on: Fri, 01 Nov 2013 12:32:13 +0000
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