on my mind
I see your image in the glass
in the early morning light
I hear your strong voice talking to me in the heat of the day
and in the hours of the night I can feel your touch almost as if you lay next to me in my empty bed
And as the months go by
it is always June in my eyes
because it is when our souls first met
now time means nothing to me
it just stands still
as if it was only yesterday
Gm lady Rosie :) lovely poem
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