Terry Biscamp

(11-7-63 / Texas)

Always


I hope to always be the one
That takes your breath away
I hope to always fill your thoughts
As you go about your day.

I hope to always be the one
That you dream of at night
I hope it's still my face you see
When you close your eyes so tight.

I hope you always feel the love
That I have for only you
I hope that you know
Everything I feel for you is true

I pray that what we share
Will last for eternity
And when you need someone so bad
Know you can always turn to me.

I pray that the hurt
We sometimes feel inside
Will one day come to an end
Along with tears we've cried.

I hope to always have this feeling
That you bring to me
Take another look into my heart...
I love you...honestly.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Edited: Wednesday, March 28, 2007

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