I Think of YouA Poem by Marina AlexandrovaI think of you On soft Sunday nights Listening to nocturnes in the sad evening light. I think of you At the first sight of spring When the bluebells appear and the little birds sing. You are the warmth of the crackling fire And the smell of old churches Where I can almost touch your smiling eyes And feel you wipe away the tears from my own. To me you are the beauty of the full midnight moon And the wisdom of the all-knowing stars But even they do not know my pain At the thought that I will not see you again. © 2015 Marina AlexandrovaAuthor's Note
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