The way she touch me's like a gentle breeze,
Magic touch, a person cannot defy.
Then walked, she did, towards the golden trees,
leaving me nothing, but a tender smile.
I watched her sadly as she walks away,
and thought of all the mem'ries we've been through.
Realizing I'll see her 'nother day,
And I'll be able to say, 'I love you.'
I sat on top of a dead rock and cried,
as trees defoliate and chant a rhyme.
Grasping the emotion I feel inside,
I stood up and faced the world, one more time.
And wiping the tears from my eyes, I ran,
For 'nother journey for me had began.
Fritzner Erauda
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gentle-breeze-6/
