Tense and beating, full of fear. I keep with me your everlasting love, and bless the day God sent you from above.
You remain my angel and I feel that I must, tell you that within you, you have my trust. My love is the tide, your soul is the shores, you have my heart, do I have yours?
I'll belong to you till the very end, and you will forever stay as my lover and friend. It has been so good like this from the start,
No matter what our troubles, I still love you, As though a part of me were also you. Life isn't easy, but I know without you There will be bitterness in all I do. I feel the broken heaven in my heart, The blight that will outlast the years of healing, The darkness underneath all time and art, The pain that from within there's no concealing. We were so much in love when we first met, A river that would reach, in time, the sea. We ought not let despair turn to regret, But be through choice what love chose us to be. No love can last except it be through will.
Were wastelands in our path, I'd love you still.....
When I have no one to turn toAnd I am feeling kind of low, When there is no one to talk to And nowhere I want to go, I search deep within myself It is the love inside my heart That lets me know my Angels are there Even though we are miles apart.
A smile then appears upon my face And the sun begins to shine. I hear a voice, so soft and sweet Saying, 'Everything will be just fine' It may seem that I am alone But I am never by myself at all. Whenever I need my Angels near All I have to do is call.
An Angel's love is always true On that you can depend. They will always stand behind you And will always be your friend. Through darkest hours and brightest days Our Angel's see us through They smile when we are happy, and will cry when we are blue..
Thanks for being my Angel my friend I will be there for you until the end.
I'm sorry for the way I say I love you. I know this kind of talk is far too soon. I cannot stop myself; I just adore you. And so this truth pronounces its own doom. But when a truth betrays itself, I wonder: Could it be that such a truth be true? Or could the sweet compulsion that I'm under Be caused in part by ignorance of you? I know only the truth of what I feel, Which lies beneath all sanity or rule. My love for you is deep and rich and real, Though it may be I simply am a fool. Time will tell the truth, for if you do