I have written a series of poems, beginning at a very
early age, and only now am I bring them out of my
box's for viewing.
Your not here with me my love,
so I hold my pillow to my chest
and make believe its you.
I kiss it twice, just the way
...
My thoughts are always about you.
My heart and yours combined.
My heart lives in your heart.
Your heart lives in mine.
...
Memories... I somehow have lost
and cannot seem to find,
and as the years go by,
so does my mind.
...