Youíre the ache in my heart.
While strolling thru the park
night breeze with its shivers
And goose bumps riding on quivers.
spring to the evenings walk.
Stuttering words are mixing talk.
fingerprints the shoes.
No more need to sing the blues.
blush paints the faces veins.
A perfume scent mix summerís rains.
consumed my day.
Can I live another way?
one and only desire.
else just set on fire.
battle rages in the night.
The dream realized is now in sight.
times I canít find any rest.
From the drum
beats in the chest.
not only just my breath.
But shut the door on Lady Macbeth.
the first and last piece of a puzzle.
A wish returned home from a rising star.
can be profound for difficult times.
with your love is a wonderful gift.
Perfect for me.
One of each.