T'was just a garden in the rain. Close to a little leafy lane. A touch of color 'neath skies of gray. The raindrops kissed the flowerbeds. The blossoms raised their thirsty heads. A perfumed thank you. They seemed to say. Surely here was charm beyond compare to view. Maybe it was just that I was there with you. T'was just a garden in the rain. But then the sun came out again. And sent us happily on our way.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Happy Anniversary dear...

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In dreams, the perfect love
has a smile, a voice, a touch
that seem meant just for you.
~
In dreams, the perfect love
is tender and giving,
always knowing just what to say,
to make you feel wanted,
just what to do
to make you feel loved...
~
In dreams, the perfect love
is that one person with whom you can let go
and be yourself,
the one who makes you feel
completely alive
just by being near.
~
I'm luckier than most people
because I don't have to dream
anymore...
~
I found you.
~ ~ ~ Tracy Donovan

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

teresa*:
lucky jordan!!!!!!!!!!