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 we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No wo
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
I was given a smile the other day
From someone who passed me on their way.
I wasn
Her nature is the best.
Her smile has life.
Her eyes are full of love.
Sh
To me, you are an angel in disguise,
Full of intuition, intelligent and wise,
Alw
Of all the things I've ever said,
Of all the tears I've ever shed,
Of all the thi
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
We have something that holds us together,
Something that made us both better,
Som
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
