The Heart’s Desire

People don’t understand why I say, she must have been heaven sent, it because I see her face in a crowd, I see her smile when I see the sun set, I hear her voice in a crowd room, I hear her laugh, when I life gets me down, I see her beautiful eyes when I look to the heaven’s, I feel her present when I’m alone, I catch a hint of her perfume in the air, and I feel a tear stream down my face when I remember how I let her go without telling her how I fatel about her, how much I care for her, and how good life felt when she was in it.

by david roberts

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