"come fluttering words, come drifting words to me ...."
My heart is as hard as those steps of stone.
Now he has passed and I'm all alone.
Bent to smell the fragrence of the flowers.
Has turned my tears into rain showers.
Death creeped in and took him away.
My colors of love have turned to gray.
Our love,life that we've both shared.
With the hurt my heart should have
been spared.
He has passed and left me here
and my thoughts will never be clear.
Teresa Skyles