Pardon the insolence, hence the bow
For thy mouth to go gooey is part of the show...
Shall I compare you to a rose?
You were by far more beautiful...
Eighteen and a rebel stating my place
wrapped in the arms of my parents embrace...
Mystical, maddingly crazy
other times...
Some people would say he's an addict
Some people would say he's a friend...
A Mother's heart
there is no other...
Someday when you're old enough,
You'll understand this grown-up stuff...
Someone who
You were just a girl...
Two flavours of life
such beautiful opposites...
I've known you forever,
And loved you just as long...
Seven days they say, it took
to create every cranny, every cove, every nook...
You were almost four
when I came into this world...