"I knew that you would understand. Only you," said he. "Always," said she, gently massaging his back. Their son sat wondering when his father would stop imagining his dead mother.
See You in My Dream
If I could, Then I surely would See you in person. There are so many sad stories, So many happy glories That I would share. The smile which melts my heart, Stopping an argument at the very start, I would love to witness. There is forgiveness in waiting, In remedy to hating, Which wants to [...]