Twenty years has gone by since I last saw you.
I still remember your crisp scent in the morning.
Your soft touch as the wind blew.
The cold awakening as I gathered you in my hands.
Now it's that time of year,
when everything seems clear as yesterdays.
when everything seems clear as yesterdays.
Those days when I would leap in joy,
to catch you in my arms.
to catch you in my arms.
Winter has come,
but not where I am.
but not where I am.
How I miss you terribly...
