I am still on a high over you,
its short of a miracle...

My name is Stephen,
i am fortynine years old...

My son his name is Martin,
he is fourteen years old...

I love to talk to you,
and it seems i will have more time...

I want your name to live on,
and your mother wants that to...

I am lost in a world of rhyme,
love and poems both combined...

Love reborn.
Same love for you...

We are still young enough,
to have a loving life...

A gift of love i gave to you,
many years ago...

So far so good,
we are nearly halfway there...

Dreams of leaving.
Being with you...

If you judge me by my words,
then your halfway to knowing me...