Sometimes saying I'm sorry means more then I love...
Sometimes holding hands means more then making...

An image that you carry close to your heart,
Holds so much value where does one start...

They live in cardboard boxes.
They live on the lonely street...

Paint me a Picture of a love unrefined.
One that is simple with no complications inside...

In his heart he holds courage,
In his hands he holds our lives...

Yesterday came and went along with our love so...
Today I long to hold and learn what our love means...

Never have I known someone whom gives me peace...
With him I feel alive in away no words even find...

Beautiful, loving & happy and care free.
This is what my Kirstie is and will always be...

I think I forgot to tell you,
Thank you for being you...

It's OK.....I know where you are...
The hurt you feel lingers inside...

They know before they start that they don't...
Yet they continue to call & act as if they do...

It's been along time since I've thought of us.
Or the heartache and pain...