Where are you?
This morning with coffee cup in hand,
I stood on my patio in the warm pouring rain.
I tried to find you, I could swear I smelled you
In the undulating wet leaves of a maple tree,
I heard your breathe in the whimpering wind
and I felt your fingers running down my neck,
Softly caressing my arms
As you stood behind me enfolding me in your strong arms so many times,
I swear I could smell you and that I saw the flecks of your eyes in the lightening that shot across the sky, but I could not catch your smile.
Where did you go?
I stood on my patio in the warm pouring rain.
I tried to find you, I could swear I smelled you
In the undulating wet leaves of a maple tree,
I heard your breathe in the whimpering wind
and I felt your fingers running down my neck,
Softly caressing my arms
As you stood behind me enfolding me in your strong arms so many times,
I swear I could smell you and that I saw the flecks of your eyes in the lightening that shot across the sky, but I could not catch your smile.
Where did you go?
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