By Daniel Weldon : D_Weldon@msn.com Date: 20 April 1998
Do you remember our first kiss? I do. Trembling and cold in the winter air I held your hand and gently pulled you to me. You to me, standing frozen Your breath warming my face Cinnamon in white wisps we met. We met, within our selves searching for the future again? or nevermore exhale. Exhale, in relief Or in resolve To find another like you. miss you