i think of you... like i often do
when i hear the rain... on my window pane
gently tapping at the glass
like your gently touching fingers
just looking for the smile
i give to you
you can feel what no one feels
you can hear what no one hears
just looking for the smile
i give to you
and your darkness speaks and has eyes to see...
you know me by my voice
but you know so much more then...
"don