My love for you wont stop with my leaving. Come an evening over the years when you step outside your door and hear the wind blowing through the cottonwoods thatll be me thinking of you whispering your name and loving you.
Penelope Williamson
My love for you wont stop with my leaving. Come an evening over the years when you step outside your door and hear the wind blowing through the cottonwoods thatll be me thinking of you whispering your name and loving you.
Penelope Williamson