Author: Sitima

I hardly heard

When you said “I love you”

Because your words,

Sounded like…

Faded ink.

HATE TO LOVE!!

Last night it seemed

I dreamed about you.

When I opened my mouth, what came came out was a song

And you knew every word and we all sang along……

To a melody played on the strings of our souls.

And the rhythm that rattled as danced to the drum

Our love for each other will live on forever.

In everything that pours out of our souls.

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton