Treasure Island

Chris Fox

(01/30/1988 / St. Augustine Florida)

Stars


Gleaming stars hover above
While I think of you, the one I love
Each new memory we do make
Reveals a star that I will take.
Each bright smile you do make
Reveals a star that I will take.
Each new chapter we do make
Reveals a star I will take.
Put them in my special place,
With all the stars of your sweet grace.
With each star lifted away,
Soon brings Dawn to new day.
Loving you makes stars new,
In the sky just for you.
Day dreams on, till this night
Where I wait for time, to be just right.
Gleaming stars hover above
While I think of you, the one I love.
Memories of smiles that run for miles
Writing the chapters with our laughters.
All to place a star you did make...
Just for the star I will Take

Submitted: Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Edited: Friday, August 27, 2010

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