They look at us and assume they know,
I'm the guiding hand
and they know you're the beauty.
With your intelligence,
my common sense
and the humor of us both,
Through the tears of happiness
and sadness.
The laughter brought on by jokes,
inside and out,
we conquered the years.
They say I'm the hand,
that pulls you up
and keeps your head attatched.
But they don't see behind the door,
where my head is crying on your shoulder
as you wipe away my tears,
reminding me of all the good things
and most importantly
reminding me how important you are.
Thank you my dear. |
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. you're totally welcome to visit me too! oh hey! remember how we are going to go see richard this summer? all i have to do is fly you down to Grand Junction and then we can roadtrip to Durango! save a helluva lot of money that way!