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.
When into sorrow, my poor soul sinks
When a sound of despair in my heart rings
I'
How I wish to trust
In life, no questions asked,
Hanging on God's words,
A walk to remember
I wish to have with you.
By the seashore,
In the breez
You say you're afraid of being alone.
You can't do a thing on your own.
You don't
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
