Jess
By melmac
Precious memories of you Are buried deep within Your bright blue eyes, Your cheeky grin You were taken away To a special place Somewhere for you To be given your space Where have you gone - To a place in the sky? Or a place in your lifetime Where the eagle did fly You showed me your palm And told me you'd go You knew it was coming How did you know? You told me to smile - to always be glad And that life is too short To always be sad. So maybe one day I'll meet you out there With a bottle of rum And a dye for your hair. Until that day, though I'll cherish your time Remember me fondly And let your happiness shine. Written June 1st, 1995 © on Jan 17 2002 01:22 PM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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