It matters not what I do, All my
thoughts are of you. I see you in the stars,
Still I wonder where you are.

Dark, cool, blowing night air, Reminds
me of your soft hair. Maybe it wasn't
meant to be, Then why are you all I see?
I can see you floating above, flying as graceful as a dove.

In the winter, when it snows, In the fall
when the wind blows, Even during April showers,
Your beauty exceeds the flowers. In the summer
and on the sand, You can be seen across the land.

Author Unknown