A smile rests upon my lips.
My first present ever.
Oh how much this means to me.
You have brightened my day.
As I feel your love rain down.
Pretty roses of our love I see.
I wish I could be with him today.
These roses of our love,
They may wilt and fade.
But these roses of our love,
Stand for all the love we've made.
This poem was written on October 18th, 1998
