On this quiet night. I look up upon the only star.I close my eyes as I feel the gentle breeze of the night. Recalling back all those memories. The face, the voice and the touch which I longed for. Remembering the autumn tree; with two love birds sitting on the branch. A gust of wind passed me by,slowly opening my eyes. At a cold night like this. My heart felt your warmth. My thoughts were clouded with you in it. As I age a day at a time, my love for you blossoms as the pendulum swings.
Ahh. Let it grow, let it grow.
Love always,
Natasha A. Juan
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