Sitting on the sofa
Looking at the world
Awashed by a pale moon light
I fell asleep
To be awakened by
A soft kiss on my forehead...
There was nobody
Just the greyish darkness...
Yes I know...
What you really meant
When you said
That,
' Love is not a WORD...! '
Rowving Smith
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-meaning-1/
