Honey why don't you call your work and tell them...
I'm pretty sure we'll make it without a weeks pay...
I walked through the garden
Smile soft as I glanced at our pond...
As I lay here feeling broken...
my heart reaches out to you...
I'm terrible at hiding how I feel.
Whether I'm swallowing...
The night is dark
And so is the room...
The feel of our hands entwined
The feel of your lips on mine...
There is nothing- I repeat;
Absolutely nothing...
No words could ever be said to completely tell you...
Or how damn blessed I am to have you in my life...
I'd once told you that I love you,
But that that didn't mean...
You grab my
hand to hold...
The desert sands sculpt her
Passion throes with languor...
The sweetness of your lips,
engraved upon mine...