Through all the words I’ve spoken, in a life thats been so true
How can I pick the perfect ones to say how I feel for you?
I have to think on everyday,
Right back to the high school play.
Right back to the car rides home.
Every moment spent with you alone.
The nightly calls and weekend stays,
Ceramic pigs and painted trays.
The crying beds I held you tight,
And told you we would never fight.
From senior year with way too many lates.
To Glyn going shopping for pots and plates.
Through floods and proms and double dates
From the Spring of 03 to the heavenly gates
I called you my angel, and I’ll never take it back.
You save my life daily, and make sure I’m on track.
Without you there’s no vision, just colors and a blur.
If stricken by this blindness, your love will be my cure.
I’ve given you my heart and soul;
I didn’t have to wrap them though.
You had them stolen from the time
I finished writing the first rhyme.
And by the time I write the last
I hope our sorrow’s in the past.
I hope we both live to the day
We see each other old and grey.
And reading this with bad eyes and ears,
We made it through these years my dear.
