I wanted a simple life with him. br Barefoot, br nights under the stars, br watching, br breathing in the silence. br An honest love. br Tenderness. br That look that he had, br that said without words br that he understood br and all would be alright. br Time and miles never changed that. br br I miss the essence of him. br br Sometimes at night br under those same stars br I feel it still. br A soft embrace br an angel's touch br and I am home again.br br Debra A.G.