Sunday, May 11, 2008
My page would be empty, my world would be a mess
If it weren't for your influence and your tender caress.
My heart would be cold, my slate would be bare
If it weren't for your touch and your never-ending care.
You call me and write me to brighten my days,
You've helped me succeed in so many ways.
I love you and miss you more than you could ever know,
But now it's getting late and to bed I must go.
at 11:36 PM