The time when death comes you Must sit near me for some time The fingers wich have scooped Hot coal are numb with cold. In the end it is trying to caress you. In my last breath I culd smell your scent.! In the eyes wich will never open your Image is permanently there. These ears wont here even a single tune. Im closing it witha the stamp of your voice. In my thoughts intelligence and thoughts are prouing clear thinking. My sweet kisses will increase with the Spelling of ur name again and again. With deep ffot steps love is comming my way. My ways are coming your way love For my foot prints to make a mark. That is enough to ressurrect his Body wich is buried in soil.
Posted on: Thu, 20 Mar 2014 20:20:15 +0000
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