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