S
aying Goodbye
So Soft
The Brief Touch Of Your Lips
On My Cheek.
W
as I
almost Intruding?
"Look
after Yourself "
Should H
ave Been
"I Love You!"
Then The Jumbo Flew Over
My He
ad
and I Shouted My Love
above The Ro
ar
and Thundering Thrust
. . .
as If You''d He
ar.
Through The Clouds In My Eyes
I W
atched You Fly
aw
ay
and Wished I''d Been Born With Wings.