Monday I was angry with the sun.
It was always in my eyes - no fun.
Tuesday I was angry with the rain.
Forgot my umbrella - what a pain.
Wednesday I was angry with the wind.
It blew all the rubbish I had binned.
Thursday I was angry with the cold
Hurting my bones now that I am old.
Friday I was angry with the ice.
Slipped on my bum; it was not nice.
Saturday I was angry with the snow.
Stopped me getting to where I wanted to go.
Sunday I was angry that I stayed in.
Poor old weather, it cannot win.
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<You gave me light
In my darkest of days.
You showed me, love
In so many w
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Observing the stars,
You came into mind.
I thought about your love for me.
<I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
When I am born, you are here
In your eye, I see a tear
Time flies and already I'm
Breathe in the fresh air,
Put your mind at ease.
Let down your hair,
Let
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
