The ivy creeps along the wall
climbing to its place of duty
surrounding as a parapet
where you once stood
in stately beauty
An empty place this is to me
as I would upwards view
hoping for a glimpse
of my love lost
without you
Something about this sacred place
still makes my heart to melt
and makes me deeply wish
that I had just once
spoken how I felt
steve hodgin
copyright 2004
(all rights reserved)
