Back                                                                                                                                                 Morrisville, Pa.

2005

Lost Christmases:

I've been thinking tonight

of all the time we lost

of all the dreams left unfulfilled

of all the lonely hours when you weren't here.

Of all the Christmases we never shared

the trees we didn't trim

the mistletoe we didn't kiss under

or the holly we didn't hang on the door.

But love is more then holidays

or presents under a tree

Love is a thousand little things

tied together with compassion and caring.

It's waking in your lover's arms

It's hugs when times are sad

and kisses when your glad.

It's walking hand in hand in the moonlight

or running in the rain.

The seeds of love are many

they're a smile on a beach

a sideways glance

or a tender kiss

Love starts with friendship and grows

Like fine wine, love gets better with age.

Love is a mailman bringing a letter from you

it's your voice over the phone

the smile I haven't seen for such a long time.

Our love has matured into a fantastic friendship

and we'll share that friendship once again

as we walk the little streets of the world.