I was given a smile the other day
From someone who passed me on their way.
I wasn't sure what I should do.
Perhaps, I'll leave it up to you.
If I should keep it for myself,
Put it on the kitchen shelf.
Then it would be a certainty
To bring some happiness to me.
Somehow that doesn't feel just right
For me to keep it in my sight
When others might need
A waft of warmth, oh yes indeed.
For hopefully, they too, will understand
That a smile is like a helping hand.
I'm hoping that you will agree
And someday share a smile with me.
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
For you, I open my gate
And wish that you were here,
But you live in another stat
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
