There is a smile that can only be seen
When the suns rays radiate from ones heart
The essence of a woman is be handle with much care.
As the hands of love will caress with out a touch
The lips of love will receive a tear thats shed from the one to whom it belongs.As one who walks in the mist of the night in search of that which is not lost. I have found that to believe is not that which is hoped for; and to hope is that which is not found. From the dawn of the night and the mist of the day the heart hurts no more of the pain of longing to be held by love once more