We had our heart broken
We had our own sense in clothes
Remember our old sleep overs
When we discussed how nasty is to pick our nose
I remember these things from here on threw out
Even when we are old bingo buddies in an old folks home down town
Is been 15 years we been threw some times but I love you just the same
Even if I'm so sorry I'm so far away
So I love you for your courage and your sense of shame
And I love you for your laughter your language and your name
Even thought the only love we knew about was hard love
So yes I tell you I'm a poor Mexican indeed
I got nothing to offer but a paper with a poem��but im nI'm ashamed
But remember you may get the best gifts today
But nothing can replace this poem because I came from the best friend
This poem is my love to you on this special day
Offer I have nothing to offer but a poem and love everyday...
