Gorgeous, deep thoughtful eyes
Wonderful personality
Loving face
Wispy, in his eyes, hair
Gentle hands
Perfect in her eyes
She holds his picture
And remembers
Remembers everything
His words
His songs
HIs playfulness
His promise
She awits his knock on teh door
But it will never come
Beacuse it is World War II
And she just received a telegram
everyline here is perfection of your art.my words will never describe what wordless feelings are within from your poetry..bookmarked