Thursday, June 16, 2005

Sometimes Late at Night

Sometimes late at night
I think of the color of your eyes
when you laugh

And the tilt of your head
when you listen
And I remember the warmth
of your touch
when we are close

In the darkness
I see you in my mind
and I can feel what we share
even now

I know we are special
and that we will endure.

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