Frank Jones - She is Here.

I will not speak in solemn words
For she was not the solemn one
Nor will I think with thoughts of dread
For she is here, although she's gone

I see the laughter of her smile
I hear the echo of her voice
For with each thought, she reappears
And she is here, although she's gone

Yes, she is here, inside my heart
Residing in a special place
And in the mirror of my soul
I see reflections of her face

How could I speak in solemn words
While wildflowers nod and skylarks sing
How could I think with thoughts of dread
As grey clouds part, her sun to bring

Yes, she is here, in every breeze
Within each raindrop, every leaf
And when the snowflakes start to fall
I'll feel her kiss, upon my cheek

Frank Jones

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