* Ghost Of Love *






When I was sweet sixteen and the world lay at my feet, Into my life the ghost of love so silently did creep. His hair was like the blue-black night, his voice so soft and low, And with every word he uttered, he set my heart a glow.



His kiss was like the winter fire, that lingered on and on, His touch was more than gentle, his lips the sweetest wine, He walks within my dreams, and whispers sweet and low, Come back to me my love, why did you have to go?



I feel his lips upon my cheek, his arms enfolding me so tight, And then I awake from sleep, salty tears upon my face, It's just a dream, I whisper in the dark, The ghost of love, haunts me once more tonight.

by: Katerina





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