It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a jamboree of all sorts,
A patchwork of joys and regrets.
You remember the days when you mess up,
The days when sadness brings tears,
But you forget all those small happy moments
When it's laughter that brings you to tears.
If only we could be happy forever,
To look forward, not think of the past,
Our lives would be full of elation,
With sadness a ghost of the past.
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
The happiest day of my life
Was when I first laid eyes on you
For you were like a
Observing the stars,
You came into mind.
I thought about your love for me.
<I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
I Can Do Anything For You My Love
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
I lay in my bed and think about you.
I love you so much' I don't know what to do.
