Whispers

Whispers... 

I thought you said you loved me, but it was whispers on the wind ... 
And sometimes when it's late at night, I hear those words again. 
And when the rain is falling, so softly as a mist ... 
I hear a sound that whispers, a sound just like a kiss. 
When the moon is shining full, and it shows me where to walk... 
I hear the wind flow through the trees, I remember how we talked. 
With faces close, and hands held tight, no words were needed then ... 
Between our hearts, our love would pass, like whispers on the wind. 
I thought I felt you love me, like it would never end.

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