Monday, May 30, 2011

Missing You

Lord, if roses grow in heaven
please pick a bunch for me.
Place them in my Shelley's arms
and tell her they're from me.
Tell her that I love her,
and when she turns to smile
Place a kiss upon her cheek,
and hold her for a while.
Because remembering her is easy,
I do it everyday.
But there's an ache within my heart,
because I'm missing her today.