Show me your love away from a mile.
Show me your love, so I wear it as my glove.
Tell me you miss me more.
Tell me now, so I know how.
Tell me this, who you miss.

You like a rose.
You act like no one I know.
You always have a reason to give me a pose.

You're like a berry. Sometimes you're
bitter. Sometimes you're sweet. And at
times you're sour. But always good to eat!

Why are you so shy?
Why do you cry?
Why do you always seem to fly?
Why do you always seem to sit in the sky?
May you please tell me why you cry?

I'm not suppose to love you. I'm not suppose to care. I'm not suppose to live my life wishing you were there. I'm not suppose to wonder where you are, or what you do. But sorry I can't help myself because I'm so in love with you!

I'm leaving my heart in your hands. It'll be safe there. I'm sure.

I'll love you till the very end of my life.
Give you my heart, give you my smile.
I'll give you my kiss, to treasure for life.

I feel it, and seek it, but it isn't there.
I touch it, I taste it, but it's not being fair.
It's fading and closing my heart out for good.
Love isn't feeling quite like it should.

Crying is sooooo painful!

*Caring to much isn't the problem. . . .The problem is not caring at all!*