As I sit here in bed
holding back my tears...

I walked up to your body
as you laid there in your casket...

As the days go by
I sit and I think of you...

I sit here and write you this letter
I know you will never be able to read...

Lying on my bed looking up at the ceiling
trying to thing of a way of revealing...

What I have for you is not lust
it is something way more...

She was my best friend my mother
now she is gone I know...

You say you love me fine
but how do I know...

My heart is like an open window
waiting for you to enter...

I sit here and think
How much I want to be with you...

I want to take you on a late night walk
on the beach...

I will not give up
trying to win your heart...