Tuesday 29 April 2014

When the road is calling his name








by Ilona Rosenthal-Payne

You still can taste that last burning kiss,
when your heart hurt so softly,
by the touch of his lips.
When you looked in his eyes,
full of sadness and hope,
and he touched your heart
in the most mysterious way.
When you waved Good Bye,
with tears in your eyes,
when he told you he loves you
while holding your hand.
When you knew that those miles
aren't light years away.
What the distance had taught you,
was that love doesn't leave,
on highway up North,
or on a barge going East.
All the roads that he'll travel,
all the miles he'll put on,
he'll always come back
to his heart and his home.