Quietly sitting at the window, watching the cold wet rain falling down upon the earth. Thinking of the love I felt a few days ago. Seeing his gleaming smile and sparkling eyes. Wanting to feel the love, he had for me. The warmth of his arms around me on a cold winter night. The tenderness of his lips, and caressing touch. Wanting to know what he was feeling at this moment. I want so very much to feel all this again. Not knowing what I did wrong, wanting to chance what ever it was. Being with him was the most important thing to me. He was my life. He taught me how to trust and most of all he taught me how to love.

Amber Dawn

Winter 1989