His Absence
Why does the wind's gentle whisper sound like your tender voice?
My ears perk up at the slightest hint of footsteps, hoping they're yours.
My heart longs for your presence,
My soul craves your warm embrace,
And my senses yearn for the sweet scent...
My ears perk up at the slightest hint of footsteps, hoping they're yours.
My heart longs for your presence,
My soul craves your warm embrace,
And my senses yearn for the sweet scent...