Each day I think, each day I ponder. Each day I walk, each day I wander. Is this the start, or did it all end? Should I stand tall, or should I bend? What a nice day, there was no rain. Was it your loss, or was it my gain?
I always love to see your wonderful face So full of life, pretty, and full of grace Give me a moment to enjoy the view A moment, to enjoy being with you
All of our heart is expressed in clumsy words; but they are safe. We only express what we wish to reveal. But, we reveal everything within the words which are left unspoken.
Today is another great day. So you may ask, "What happened to the others?" Nothing; you just have to make the effort to create them, and then remember them.