As I sit by my window looking out;
I notice myself begin to pout.
I'm pouting because of you;
Yes all these words are true.
I think about the days that we share;
the days that we walk as a pair.
Those are the days that I desire;
how you make me feel much higher.
Higher than life could possibly be;
that's why I'm happy there's a you and me! ! ! ! !
Wednesday, November 7, 2007