THIS HUMBLE CABIN PLACE A Poem of Love A river walk, we did not take, Nor a midnight stroll, down where the waters break. We never held hands, along its shores nor on it's piers our hearts out pour. Instead we dwelled within these walls of this lowly abode, to learn not all. Of who we are, of feelings deep until passions fulfilled, we drifted into sleep. Then at the dawning, with our love still entwined your heart, your soul, once more touched mine. Yet a dread of emptiness, creeps in as I write The loneliness of knowing, you're not with me tonight. Still as I lie, in the place which we shared your touch, your fragrance, is so alive in the air. Your memory will remain, in this humble cabin place until I know once more, your gentle embrace. Written by: Troy Windom HOME