This love struggles to hold itself and to find...
The past that forged lifes path has become...
Maybe I'd die of loving you
Maybe you'd plant a tree on my tomb...
As I sit alone
Tears stream down...
Don't worry about a thing,
If you should ever need some comforting...
None of us are promised tomorrow
This I know for sure...
Be More Then A Friend
When I see you I try to hide...
Blessing
By Mark Spencer...
The words of my love take flight
And like the leaves in fall...
They Say Because Your Black Your Poison To My Life
But Your All I Think About Everyday And Night...
He walked through the door a tear in his eye
He lifted his sleeve and wiped it dry...
Our forever garden, a place where you and I
sit on a bench made of wood, carved with hearts...
Reflecting upon times that are past,
I measure my growth in leaps and bounds...