Comments about Dave BenOdafe
Memories Of You
I wandered down the woods again
And thru' the thicken'd forest saw,
Your face engraved behind each woodland flower,
Lighting the trees with y'ur magic power.
Thru' gushes of windy air,
I caught y'ur perfume on the breeze.
Delighting in the scent of you,
Bringing me sweet thought renew.