Someone Broke My Circle I hold a rose for you my love, Hold it to your breast. Until the day I�ll be with you, Only then will I rest. I offer you the world I see, Of which you are the center, Be it in the shade on the hottest days, Or snuggling in the winter. Of worldly goods I have but few, Gained and lost along the way. Now everything I get I�ll keep, To give to you someday. My heart is my prized possession, You�re the one I hold it for. When you take it my darling, Then it�s yours for evermore. There was a time this was not true, For my heart no longer mattered. Along with many other things, It was lost and shattered. I cared not from day to day, I let the world go by. Like others I got depressed, There were dark clouds in the sky. A very small circle I wandered through, Going round and round. I drew my circle smaller, So I could not be found. And then one day, the sunshine came, And burned my dark clouds away. It even broke my circle, In which I longed to stay. The rays of light had warmed me, Melted ice deep within. My demeanor and my attitude, Now not what they had been. I picked up the broken circle, And we reformed its shape. Our hands they worked together, And interlocking hearts we made. You my sweet, my ray of hope, Put the smile back on my face. The hearts are like the circle, Unbroken, they take its place. The air is fresh, no longer stale, Everything�s aglow. You are now my everything, I wanted you to know. I had wished to give you orchids, So beautiful on their own. But an orchid is a parasite, So here�s roses for our home. A yellow one for Texas, Pink to match your skin. Maroon is us together, You know what I mean. The dark red is your heart, The white one is for peace. The black one I rejected, To put your mind at ease. The Masked Writer <-.-> � 2001 T Lovett |