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 lay in my bed and think about you.
I love you so much' I don't know what to do.
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
The happiest day of my life
Was when I first laid eyes on you
For you were like a
Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My m
I don't go to sleep at night
because you haunt my dreams,
and waking up to find y
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
Love is beautiful and great.
When you find the right person, it will be fate.
My
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
