Because u cant call people with out wings angels u...

I think of u each morning
and dream of u each night...

I hate the way you lie
i hate the way you make me cry...

I love the way u look at me
your eyes so bright and blue...

When ever am in trouble
your there...

Will u love me in the summer
will u love me in the winter...

I looked up at the sky
and sore a dove then...