The sweet smell of summer flowers
blows in the wind
only to find my eyes wandering off
to see your sweet smile in my mind.
Oh, the thoughts I shall ponder,
only good shall pass
through this "child" crushed heart.
But is this feeling of love, or lust?
We, together, shall have to wait.
But, until we both decide,
we'll have happy times,
because I truly care for you.
February 1986
Converted to HTML by Renette Davis with permission from the author's mother, Jean Miller. Kelly was diagnosed with Huntington's Disease at age 16.
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Last updated: Dec. 7, 2010