Lost is the girl,
With the lonely smile.
She waits for her love,
A long and weary mile
He stole her heart
Before she’d even seen
He’d be her prince
And she’d be his queen.
The last thing she remembers is them kissing the night away then the
next day driving away.
Watching in the rear view mirror,
he waved goodbye.

Love is a hidden fire, A pleasant sore, A delicious poison, A delectable pain, An agreeable torment, A sweet and throbbing wound, A gentle death.

In this bed,
That resides in a dark room.
I lay and think
Thinking of...

To find Comfort on difficult days, for
smiles to come your way,
and laughter to kiss your lips.
I wish for sunsets to warm your heart, beauty for your eyes to see,and faith so that you can believe. I wish confidence when you doubt your competency,
courage to know yourself,
patience to accept the truth
This is my wish for you.