The lonely pines turned to loving

You saw me late october

Sitting by the pines

Whistling 500 miles

That had to be a sign

Some direction it was

Not written on tin

But carried through the breeze

Carried through the wind 

It was the last first time

I have ever felt alone

You are my forever

We are fuzed at the bone 

All sunny days

Start and end with you 

That is every day

Every day I do

Reviews

[Bonnie Paige]

Finally a real poem that makes you read it more than once and want to know what the true meaning of it is. I can only see it through my eyes and think I wish someone had written it for me.