Life is a series of written pages,
Climaxes and minimum wages.
The words so carefully written
As life is craftily laden.
The hope of lovers,
With the fear of fevers.
The joy of new breath,
With the anguish of death.
The story isn't over quite yet,
Characters we haven't met.
The twisted road to life
Is sometimes paved with strife.
I can only tell you my story,
With you as my friend,
Just a tale of you and me
Till that last page says,
"The end."
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
More beautiful
For you, I open my gate
And wish that you were here,
But you live in another stat
If you must go, then go for a while
Remember that the first step is a hard traveled mile.
I thought it was what I wanted.
You promised me it was.
You took me in your arms<
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
I never saw it coming
I was such a fool
It changed me completely
The day
You came as a ray of light,
Made my life cheerful and bright,
Showering your affe
My eyes meet his,
Our hands touch,
Then our lips,
We are no longer on ear
