It is then your touch…

Long gone are the gentle breezes 
when summer sends its regards
Long gone are the feelings of hope
and Spring has written its memoirs
Long gone are we, now fallen 
among the Autumn leaves
Long gone are our tomorrows
and Winter extends its cold hand
And when all is buried deep beneath the frost
The coldness within, our hearts long lost
Our dreams haunt us saying we’ve seen nothing yet
the warmth of our tears only serve to remind us
of the bitterness of regret
It is then your touch becomes my savoir 
It is then your touch stills my heart
It is then your touch warms me 
offering love a brand new start. 

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