The winds blow gently on my mind
Reminding me of you;
I smile . . . I close my eyes
Knowing dreams do come true.
I see you there in the center of my heart
I stand in your warm embrace;
I see the love in your eyes
I gently caress your face.
Memories are a precious gift
We have shared the old, we will make the new;
I hold you close, though we are miles apart
My best memories were made with you...
Nice poem! I love it! XD
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