The Promise Of A Song

Dusk has passed.The rain which originally came with a rush now to go by slowly. Subside with the quiet and leave the cold. Fixated at one point looked at twilight, the coloring herself with orange. I still stand with a million dreams about longing for that promise of a melody. Beautiful words ever crossed these ears and stop in the liver and then embedded in the memory. Although the evening had passed but I'm still waiting. Although the wind was blowing rain leaving farewell with a quiet cool, I'll keep waiting. Still the promise etched in my soul.
I want to listen to the melody of your vocal chords, the rhythm of your guitars that rule my heart. I wanted to look beautiful ball your eyes, both cheeks that made ​​me passionately, and longing look on his face that made ​​me want to meet.
You're best friend who I hope becomes my love. Beautiful day we met, it taste wonderful when you know. Falling water splashing when I scratched these words, breathe the breath of cold air blown softly, my eyes closed and I began to see the body fat was smiling at me.
Huft ..... I'm stuck in a daydream ...
I will always wait for an appointment about a song, which it floated serene in my heart