Monday, July 26, 2004
love impresario #1
It can be said that roses are red...
yet without you in my head, my thoughts are dead.
Yes it is true that violets are blue;
but there's nothing I wouldn't do for this moment with you.
There's never a day that I don't try to find a way
to get the words to say "Don't leave; please stay."
Hear a poorman's cry. This emotion is no lie.
Don't pass me on by, please give me just one try.
Absolut Terry @ 12:08 AM| link