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.
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, A
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
Life may not let me select my lot,
But whether I'd be happy or not...
That is my
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
When someone's having a bad day,
A smile could go a long way,
So make sure to put
I get this funny feeling way down deep inside.
My hands begin to shake whenever she walks
