Saltwater tears glide mixing with melting snow
across lips dry from missing the touch of yours,
mingling with the scent you left on your pillow
and though your not far gone the ghost of your love haunts
beaming a benevolent light on memories still freshly made
uplifting to such a lovers heart as mine,
but what am i to do now,
without you here to whisper how
you love me in my ear,
with only the rose you leave to comfort me,
in the hope you'll come running back to me
its hard to wait but I do it for you