I wish I could admire
the top of your head
as I do a tree
counting the rings
that celebrate its years of growth.
But, instead,
each strand of your hair
represents a day gone by
since we looked each other in the eye.
I wish I could admire
the top of your head
as I do a tree
counting the rings
that celebrate its years of growth.
But, instead,
each strand of your hair
represents a day gone by
since we looked each other in the eye.