Writing

Like I love You
by Ironhand

In the lonely hours of evening
you are here in my mind

My hands reach through the mist
only memories, I am alone

If you love me, why arn’t you here
If I have you, why can’t I touch you

I ask only one thing from you
not of task nor material thing

It is for you to love me, if you can
like the love I have for you

But the voice in my mind echos my feelings
you are but a vail in the morning mist……………….