Near me
I'm holding your picture, I'm holding it tight
Wishing you were here with me to night.
When I close My eye's I see you near
Than I feel your fingers run through my hair,
You whisper in my ear, It 's alright babe I'm near,
And I'll always be here, I love you my dear.
11/25/2010
Shirley Hedrick
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, really like it. Great write.