Monday, 16 February 2009

I Ask the Wind

I ask the wind
It is not that I am loved
But that SHE loves me
And so...

I ask the wind to caress her with the gentlest of breezes.
I ask the sun to bathe her in its comforting warmth.
I ask the moon to adorn the surfaces surrounding her in silver.
I ask them to tell her...
To tell her that I love her
And always will.

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