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!
When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No wo
It's getting late, I must go
I had a beer where did it go
I had to pee. I know it
Life can seem an endless maze,
The twists and turns, lulls and delays,
But things
You made me run away
from those who loved me anyway.
You pushed me down into the
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
Peace and love,
his kiss is soft as a dove.
He makes me smile all the time
<The first time we ever met
Your name was all I knew
But as we got to know each ot
