The memory of your touch...
Y ou are always with me like a perfume floating in the wind sometimes strong... others just a hint... and when life gets to be too much, when everything apears sad and dark, I whisper your name over and over again coaxing your image into my heart for I know you are all I trust and in the middle of life's rush the only thing that can help my pain is the memory of your touch. Sign in to see full entry.