it looks like your face...
Whose voice is it I hear in the early morning hours or
when the thunder begins to roll in a summers storm?
it sounds like your voice...
Whose touch do I feel as I walk through a crowd?
It feels like your touch...
And whose heart do I hear beating against mine as I
drift off to sleep?
if it could only be yours...
But how can I be sure?
Can I trust what my heart wants to be true?
Is this just wishfull thinking, illusions in both our
minds?
Or is it the sound of our future ringing in our ears
and minds?
We'll just have to see....and let come what may.
By: Lisa Paquin