Rain Anymore Pressed Flowers Promises Kept To Begin Again Stars Sun Tempest

Pressed Flowers Press the flower between the pages Memory of a love now lost We cling to promises made long ago But to keep them, what would be the cost? We hold each other close in the storm Our loneliness soaks us to the bone The chill of it threatens to freeze our hearts As we withdraw behind our walls of stone. The desperation in your eyes Mirrors my own sorrow The memory of love holds us for now We cannot say for sure about tomorrow. I've pressed the flower between the pages To remind me of what we once knew Touch my hand with that old tenderness As the storm rages, to make it through. Angel

Pressed Flowers © 1998, C.Henry