The sound of rain is my lulaby as I close my eyes for the night. Thoughts of you come rushing in like a flood; my eyes fill to the rim with tears as I think of your smile. The sacred words, "I love you." are not enough to say what you mean to me. As I drift off into dream I begin to smile because, I know soon I will see ur sweet face, even if only in dreams.
February 18, 2010