Every night finds here an ending,
every day a brand new start.
How often did I just not realize,
how gently feels a smile, that laugh.
When you stretch to me your arms
and put them softly around me.
It makes me weep and also laughing,
a thing like every day should be.
And when I once don’t find words,
because the feeling that I feel,
be sure I found my Eden,
were all the lonely hearts set free.
5 Comments
Françoise Dénéréaz 20 Mar 2012
Delightful and very tender image. Splendid work Ben !Angelina Whittaker Cook 18 Mar 2012
Stunning work Ben!ruth sears 18 Mar 2012
exquisite work Ben!Ropati Leaso-Cobb 18 Mar 2012
WOW!!! Amazing!!Patricia Griffin Brett 17 Mar 2012
Exquisite work, Ben :) ???