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.
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
Laid my head upon your chest
Your arms encircled me,
It was, My Love, as if we we
What if we were really true
And said everything we thought
Could we then stop fee
When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No wo
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
When your heart suddenly feels
light, excited, at ease.
When you feel like your h
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
