The oceans may dry with drought,
The sky may lose its blue;
But one thing that will never end
Is my undying love for you.
Stone walls erected may crumble soon,
And clothes will rip and tear,
But one thing that will never happen
Is that I will cease to care.
In shallow waters it seems I lived,
My companions were pain and strife;
My mother brought me into this world,
But it is your love that gave me life.
Pain and suffering means nothing,
When I'm with you they are but lies.
Your gentle touch, your softest breath,
As I look into your eyes.
Being in your presence,
Strips every form of my control.
Your smile warms my very heart,
Your touch, my very soul.
When I die and go to heaven,
When death replaces birth;
I'll recongnize the angels' faces,
For I have lived with one on Earth...
Sunday, July 13, 2008
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