-bring flowers to my bedsideI don't care how much air they take upfor every breath I take, I have leftneeds to mingled with the fresh aroma of our love
-that old saying we come into this world aloneand alone we shall leave, has no meaning to mefor all the tears and love that we have grownmy plate shall always be full, and never empty
-and though a certain sadness may overcome usat the thought that we'll meet again one daythere's nothing vacant about our awesome loveand I guess that's all I have to say,