she spoke to the breeze, to the sky and the trees "it kills me a little each day" as the sun bent a kiss on the falling red leaves "this one thing i wish i could say" but some things, dear heart were never meant to be revealed never meant to be whispered or taken with a smile that soft lips sealed so she spoke to the waves and the warm wet sand "my one regret, it will always be true" as a seagull took flight at the edge of the land "i never took a moment to say i love you"
