A dream of being as the wind that is yet coming again.
Foot steps soon to be followed.
Silently leaving no trail, where he came from or where he went.
Not a simple magic trick, but a stop in time.
Experiencing something thought to be divine.
A growing craziness in and out of ones mind.
Each time, it is wished to never be over.
Each time, it doesn't last long enough.
Each time, it feels like forever.
An echo of love, is the one heart ache that continuously repeats.
Ace Of Black Hearts
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/echo-of-love/
