When I first met you,
We were both so glad...
The stranger across the room,
the one looking you in the face...
When you were laying on the ground
taking your last breath...
Her tears did freely flow
As I told her I have to go...
It hurts when I think about you.
It hurts when I got two of your things near me...
Times like those - Stanlee
Strange how people walk into our lives...
I stand there, alone and stare
Nothing but smiling faces, everywhere...
No one will ever be able to replace,
A smile that only you could put on this face...
Twenty-one balloons; blew with the breeze
begging for freedom to put them at ease...
When I see you smile
it warms my heart...
Fulfilment
Of my dreams would please...
I feel like I could write forever,
When it comes to writing to you...