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 have a feeling
That I can't comprehend
In my deepest thoughts, you are
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
You were like the sun who brought light
Into my cold, dark, and lifeless night.
Y
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
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We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
The Hardest Thing I'll Ever Do
The hardest thing I'll ever do
Is let go of you
And look forward instead of back
This is a daily reminder
To relax,
To not get angry over small things,
To
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
