When roses are in bloom,
It must mean you're in the room.
When they simply wither and die,
It must be when alone I lie.
When the view from a room is of stars rock & roll,
And experiencing life without you is a feeling less then whole,
It may be part of the journey we're on,
But it's not how we belong.
Missing you is no longer a feeling of sadness,
Only because our reunion bring me thoughts of gladness.
Good morning my sweet princess! Xxjc
September 9, 2007