If I could write a poem,
I would write it just for you.
But I cannot write a poem,
So what am I to do?
If I could write a poem,
I would tell you lots of things,
Of love and happiness
and the joy your friendship brings.
But I cannot write a poem,
So you will never know
Just how much I love you,
And now I have to go!
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
Taking a romantic ride today,
We sat upon the wagon.
Suddenly the horse lifted hi
Be The Best Of Whatever Who You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but be
Thank you
For loving me true,
For being no one but you,
For holding my ha
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
A person who will listen and not condemn,
Someone on whom you can depend.
They wi
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
We all have many types of friends,
And in our lives, they come and go.
But if we
Life is a series of written pages,
Climaxes and minimum wages.
The words so caref
