Wednesday, June 29, 2011

I am still there.

Now I may not be there to give warmth to your feet with mine.
But I am the heat from the fire place which is making your feet warm.

Now I may not be there to kiss the tiredness away from your eyes.
But I am the water which you splashed over your eyes.

Now I may not be there to make a sand castle in the beach with you.
But I am the soft earth on which you tread.

Now I may not be there to whistle and tickle your ears.
But I am the air that breezes past your lovely hair.

Now I may not be there to give you the space just enough to move within my arms.
But I am the space where you move around.

I love you.