His smiles are mine but he longs for her
His arms embraces my ectasy....
but cherishes her laughter,
I am his joy
but his spirit lightens up in her presence.
His nights are mine but the days are dark
.....Long and lonely.
We hang both in a pendolum of uncertainity
.......... He to give , I to ask.....
Yet we both say to us always....
I LOVE YOU....and smile.




© ANA