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The Echo


How cold these sheets feel on the bed
As I hug the pillow once beneath my head
Trying to sleep, I have fallen so low
Then amidst the tears I hear the echo

It says love you are always here with me
Now close your eyes and drift in dream
Feel my hand caress your face
And hold me now in a warm embrace

I close my eyes and beg to hear
That loving message whispered dear
No more tears for this downy pillow
They have been wiped dry with an echo

I love you echoes in my ear
I love you baby no more tears
I love you darling shut your eyes
I hear an echo and my heart flies

~THE FLOWING PEN~
2-16-04







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