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.
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
Why did you have to go?
Why did you leave me in the dark all alone?
Why did you h
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
Oh, dear,
Oh, my gosh,
I hope that no one saw,
I wish that I could laugh,
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
because if he's not there, he'll come when I cal
