Those
mornings when I walked with your hands in mine,
seeing the
morning sun come up,
drenching the
meadows with the warm sunlight,
the flowers
dancing wearing the dew drops,
the road
seemed to never end, there were no planned turns,
the shades
along were green and the songs were of nightingales.
All the
clouds were white and the sky was a crystal,
my feet
touched on the sand and I felt like I was floating.
The wind blew
me along and I still held your hands,
my dreams and
hopes talked all about you.
Now the rains
drench me in your memories,
the sea waves
touch my feet and I see,
you hold not
my hands anymore,
the roads
have changed their path,
but the sun
is the same,
drenching the
sea and me,
the birds
still sing a beautiful song,
the shades
are still golden yellow.
My heart is
still filled with blossoming love.
