Photo by Tony Lopez Duke City Pix
The fire in your eyes, the smile on your face, the chills that I get, as I feel your warm embrace. Feeling your heart beat as we stood in the cold, knowing it was you, with who I wanted to grow old. But times they have changed, who could have possibly known, that though your heart longs for me, a fear made itself shown. As the snow begins to fall, and sadness flows from our eyes, with one final glance, we watch each other walk away, whispering to one another, our final good-byes