I remember your voice calling
I still hear those tear drops falling
Memories, chiming echoes in my head...

At first glance, I find myself missing
Your lips, they're made for kissing
And you say you miss the good ole' days

But we both listen to new bands now,
You wear a new ring on your hand now
And you still want me around anyways

Yeah, but I remember your voice calling
I can still hear those tear drops falling
Memories, of laying around in bed

Your pulse beating against my chest
Has got me spinning, my head a mess
And you still like the way I smell

I tried to let you move on now,
But you're still the one that I want now
And I can still make you laugh the same

I remember your voice calling
I still hear those tear drops falling
Memories, of kissing on summer days

It's time for me to grow up I guess,
To clean up my life, it's such a mess,
To find someone who makes me feel the same

But no one smiles quite like you do,
No one else makes me want to be true,
And you're the only one who calls me lame

Yeah, but I remember your voice calling
I can still hear those tear drops falling
Memories, of sunsets' dying rays

What can I really do?
When you've got me torn in two
I still want to kiss your tears away

In bed at the end of the day,
In my dreams, I get one more chance to say
That my heart doesn't beat, because
It's still with you
Yeah, I get one more chance to say
That after all this time,
I still love you...

Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow!
It is not a color.
It is summer!
It is the wind on a willow,
the lap of waves, the shadow
under a bush, a bird, a bluebird,
three herons, a dead hawk
rotting on a pole—
Clear yellow!
It is a piece of blue paper
in the grass or a threecluster of
green walnuts swaying, children
playing croquet or one boy
fishing, a man
swinging his pink fists
as he walks—
It is ladysthumb, forget-me-nots
in the ditch, moss under
the ****** of the carrail, the
wavy lines in split rock, a
great oaktree—
It is a disinclination to be
five red petals or a rose, it is
a cluster of birdsbreast flowers
on a red stem six feet high,
four open yellow petals
above sepals curled
backward into reverse spikes—
Tufts of purple grass spot the
green meadow and clouds the sky.

A friend to me more than any other friend
  Is Jesus Christ my Lord.
His love known to me will not have an end
  and this is His promised word.
So firm is His grip I will not slip
  whatever my feelings might be.
And when time shall end He'll still be my friend
  throughout all eternity.......

There's a house on the street
There's a room in the house
There's a bed on the room
There's a man on the bed

He has a mind that flies
A soul that blows
A heart that loves
and a force that cries

An idea on his mind
a struggle in his head
the words that he can't find
to express when he'll be dead.

There's a poet in the bed
with the spirit of a child
a spirit driving wild
the end waits just ahead.

Go big or go home
It's time to go home

What to call you?
The light that shows me the way?
My inspiration?

My everything?
or simply
My love.
That says everything.

A tender heart
With a beautiful personality
Eyes whose gaze ensare me
and take me for a ride.

You and I
A connection
like no other.
A love like no other.

A love that
grows every
passing day.
    
A feeling that
will never vanish.
A feeling that
will remind me
    
Of you.
    
No words to
describe how
much you
mean to me.
    
Only actions
can describe it.
You are unique.
Special.

I am forever yours
I'll always be here for you
And at the end of the day,
You will always be

My love.