Waiting ...............statuette
with my hand .........outstretched
reaching forward.......yearning for you
whisper my name .....against the wind
so I may hear the sounds of your voice
echoing sweet nothings upon my heart
waste not a moment my sweet prince
for the winds may change directions
sending your words to another
leaving me alone to languish
of what might have been
if only you knew how
to awaken me
within the
garden
my heart would belong to you
Copyright 2001 Tracey L. Hardie
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Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on April 30, 2002
Oh my so very creative, so wonderful.Bravo. Floria
Ah sweet whispers in the breeze,
Tingle sensually through the trees,
Into scented garden of your thought,
A delightful message it has brought.
Morchuis
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I love the format! It all flows together with such perfection. I find my self left with a special enchanted feeling!!
~Jen
~~michael~~
Beautiful...as always...
Excellent write
Trixie
Ah sweet whispers in the breeze,
Tingle sensually through the trees,
Into scented garden of your thought,
A delightful message it has brought.
Morchuis
hugs and love
krissy
Sandie Angel :o)
if the lady would be the sky
and time would keep the night
as a forever place
nice stuff ms t