Poems
(Love; 4 Oct 1987)
Times don't hold
Times don't hold
It's getting cold
But there's something special
In my memory.
It's a fact
As a hope
Like a rope
To climb up
I know
With the cold
Comes a warmth
Of an advent
Of someone to hold,
To embrace
A return
Unfreezing,
Recoloring the world
From grey to blue.
It's getting cold
But there's something special
In my memory.
It's a fact
As a hope
Like a rope
To climb up
I know
With the cold
Comes a warmth
Of an advent
Of someone to hold,
To embrace
A return
Unfreezing,
Recoloring the world
From grey to blue.
You see:
I'm missing you
I'm missing you