~~ TOUCH OF HER HAND ~~
SITTING IN THE DARK FEELING NOTHING... WHISPER SOUNDS FLOATING IN THE AIR.. COLD BREEZE WHISPERING BY... WHAT IS THAT SENCE OF FEELING?
YOU SIT AND WAIT HOPEING TO SEE AND TOUCH HER HAND ONCE LOOK INTO HER EYES AND KISS HER LIPS... BUT NOTHING BUT WHISPERS.. YOU SIT AND WAIT FOR THE DAY
WAIT FOR THE DAY TO COME... WAIT FOR THE COLDNESS TO GO AWAY AND WARMTH OF THE SKIN TO STAY .. TEAR GOES DOWN YOUR FACE WHILE YOU SIT AND WAIT THINKING OF WHAT CAN AND COULD BE....
WISH JUST ONCE TO TOUCH HER HAND....IF ONLY ONCE TO FEEL THE WARTH AND LOVE FROM JUST ONE TOUCH OF HER HAND...SIT AND WAIT JUST FOR THAT TOUCH...
THE LONELY TOUCH OF HER HAND!
