I think of you often,
While words, yet unspoken,
Lie lodged within.
Soft are the shoulders
Of young lovers,
Wrapped in a warm embrace.
More soft, are the sighs
Of contentment.
I think of you often,
While words, yet unspoken,
Lie lodged within.
Soft are the shoulders
Of young lovers,
Wrapped in a warm embrace.
More soft, are the sighs
Of contentment.