I never want him to read the words of my hearts true definition
and constantly think of me
I’m to embarrassed so this poetry I hope He never reads.....
in time the Lord will bless his eyes to see
just how much love for him I held inside of me
he’ll start to see the signs... I'm sure they’ll come in forms of three
then it will be his turn to feel that love lost way down in his knee
when the heart stops and the buckle of his knee occurs he will see
nothing but pictures painted ever so beautifully of me
embedded in your Now past New present and soon to be future
this part of your history will always and forever be a mystery