Painting memory pictures of the past
The truth of honesty finishing last
Rain clouds scatter drought away
Sunrise brings yet another day
Where you went to who you are
The classic beauty of your guitar
Your written lyrics stand for time
Your sweet voice as summer sunshine
The way you brighten up the room
Just by being there and being you
Your hazel eyes that cut straight through
The crowds of people that you view
Never playing on their dreams
Always bringing happiness to life it seems
The lucky few you get to know
Remember deep your inner glow
Room full of treasures you create
Asking nothing just to follow fate
Writing ballads guitar tunes
Bringing joy with each new moon
Asking nothing but respect
To even know you honors us
The hand that builds
The mouth so sweet
One of the most wonderful women
A man could meet
Blowing kisses across the street
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