medievalgoddess

Why must you always do this to me? I hear the gentle sound of your laugher... like the spring wind through wind chimes... perfectly melodious... always musical.. forever beautiful.... I turn my head to catch a peek and all I see is the edge of your gossamer gown... fliting around a corner... just out of sight... I feel the brush of your fingertips upon my cheek... I turn my face into your touch... only to realize you have skittered away yet again... I get a glimpse of your beautiful smile... in my computer screen... my mirror... the window of my car... as I unlock my doors.. heading home for the night... when I turn... you are no where to