The fragrance of a yellow rose
Floating about the air,
Reminds me of another time,
And of a beauty so rare.
The melodic strains of an orchestra
Wisping through the night,
Remind me of another time,
And so of a lovely sight.
Remembrance such as these
Flood my thoughts with rhyme
And I can not help but long for
The song of another time.
A time when life made sense to me,
When love was everywhere;
When you and I would dance and dance
While your fragrance fille the air.
Such memories consume me,
ANd they constantly remind;
That you, my sweer, are in my heart
And forever on my mind.
Twinkle Twinkle little star
I just keep wondering where you are
I miss all the good times we used to share
And I want you to knoe that I still care
I hope all is well and your doing fine
Why don't you call or send me a line?
The great love that I have for you
grows ever day. When I see you,
the one thing that I want to do is to marry you. Our last conversation made me look forward to seeing you again
If we were married, I know that I would find
pleasure in living with you. I have a heart
I want to give to you. No one is more able to care for me and help me.
I speak the truth. You will do me a favor
and answer this. Your letters are full of true love for me. Believe me,
I still love you
How do I get from point a to point b
How do I make you, my love see?
I try to show you with my touch
That I love you oh so much
You ask me not to let you in
But that's to late it's already began
I know it scares you so,
Everytime I let you know.
But this is something you just can't deny
So you look in my eyes and let out a gentle sigh
We felt it almost from the start
This special feeling of the heart
So I lay here at night slowly drifting to sleep
As dreams of you into my mind do creep
I hear your voice as I go along
It sounds like a beautiful lovesong
I see your face each and every day
And I wish I had the chance to say
I love you my darling in each and every way
Some say love, it is a river,
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor,
That leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
And endless, aching need.
I say love it is a flower,
And you, the soul its seed.
It's a heart afraid of breaking,
That never learns to dance.
It's the dream, afraid of waking,
That never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
Who cannot seem to give.
And the sould, afraid of dying,
That never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely,
And the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong:
Just remember, in the winter,
Far beneath the bitter snows,
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love
In the spring becomes the rose
-Bette Midler