I don't want to wake you,
but I'd like to tell you that I love you.
That the candllight fell like a crescent, upon your feather pillow.
For there's more ways than one, and the way's of the world are a blessing,
cause when you are dreaming, you owe the world nothing:
and your silence keeps me guessing.
you're as perfect as the 4th of july,
quilted and timeless, seldom denied.
The trial and the error of my master plan,
now I roll like the dice,
in a poor gambler's hands.
you don't want to tell me, but somehow you've guessed,
that I know,
oh when dawn came that morning-
you discovered a feeling, that burned like a flame in your soul.
For there's more ways than one, and the way's of the world are a blessing,
cause when you are dreaming, you owe the world nothing:
and your silence keeps me guessing.
you're as perfect as the 4th of july,
quilted and timeless, seldom denied.
The trial and the error of my master plan,
now I roll like the dice,
in a poor gambler's hands............
U are the love of my life, and the foundation I stand on. Thanx for the miracles and blessings you have brought into my life. I love you very, very
much. Happy Mothers day. Tom Evans.
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