Comments about Virginia Madson
I Know You Are With Me
Alone in the kitchen...I feel you with me.
As I walk along a desolate waterfront...
you are there. You are in the air I breath,
and in the scent of the flowers in the field.
You a snowflake, as it touches my skin.
You're my warmpth on a cold winters night
and my comfort in my darkest hours.
Who are you? You're the one who is
no longer of an earthly being. Who are
you? You're the only one I have ever loved.