There is a secret place
Within the heart of me
Where thoughts of you return
Like haunting melodies.
The voice I loved, now still,
Is whispering inside,
It stirs fond memories
Which in my heart reside.
Old feelings spring to life;
It is as if you're near,
Speaking words of comfort
"Remember I'm still here".
I know it is a dream
My heart so loves this song;
Souvenirs I store away
In the place where they belong.
© Marian Jones 2003
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