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!
You say you're afraid of being alone.
You can't do a thing on your own.
You don't
I thought I saw you the other day
I was wrong
I thought I heard your voice
<What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
It's getting cold and I'm getting lonely
Wishing someone would sit down and hold me
We are often greatly bothered
By two fussy little men,
Who sometimes block our pa
You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I
It's that look in your eye.
It's the smile on your face
That makes time slip by,<
I can't tell you how much my heart hurts every day.
It's full of anger, pain, and regrets
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
A walk to remember
I wish to have with you.
By the seashore,
In the breez
