The Whispering Wind

There is a kiss on the whispering wind.

I sent it out to a dear lovely friend.

I know when it finds her; a new smile will begain,

As the kiss makes her think of me once again.

I recall the days I saw her face.

Her beauty, time can never  erase.

Her voice speaking, “How I love you.”

Me screaming, “I love you too!”

We would sit, sipping coffee, looking at each other’s smile.

She made me so happy. She was my own living doll.

I would act like she had a speck on her check.

Just touching her face made me grow weak.

She filled me with vissions of how life would be.

Oh what a future, with her I could see.

I will not speak of a thing called, “The End.”

Nothing is over for me and my friend.

The past, present and futuer I love to blend.
My love to her I contenuly  send.

For my kisses will always ride the whispering wind.

Each one is sent to her, my dear eternal friend.

      A. L. Shipman Jr.

11-30-2011

Taken from a book I'm writing called , "The Keys"

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