Saturday, January 17, 2015

Do you remember how those fingers used to caress my face,
and those beautiful strong hands used to carry me to our room?
I still can recall very well how that mouth used to sing me sweet lullabies of love and hope,
how those lips used to kiss mine in the most gentle way.

But honey, they can only bring fear into my soul now.
Those lips, that mouth, those fingers, those hands,
you.