Outside its windy...
Never again will I walk with you hand in hand through these windy streets, counting blessings, making dreams. Never again will I gaze deep into your eyes feeling the eternal essence of our love within and in the grasp of our consuming passion scream, feeling your hands touching secret places of me. Never again will you show me the path to that place that exists only when you bring it out with your kiss. I see the dry leaves that go with the wind never again to be with their lonely tree, but I... Sign in to see full entry.