North, South, East, West When will I see you next? South, East, West, North If I miss you, what am I to do? East, West, North, South I wish I can see you soon West, North, South, East Hurry back quickly, PLEASE....
It has been a month since The last time in June, that we have met Sweet and fun memories still linger Of the time spent together.
Honestly, I do reminisce If I can see you again, how nice If only wishes do come true, so easily Everyone in the universe will be happy.
Just glad there have been memories That will last me till the day of you arriving Till then, I will always remember All about you, which are unforgettable.
Surely you look absolutely stunning in the dress of white But surely, you look pretty in anything you decide to wear For inner beauty transcend If today, it is not the White Dress Tomorrow, it will be another beautiful attire You will still look wonderful, especially with your smile If today, it is not the White Dress Tomorrow, it will be another chance you won't pass
For it is not what you wear, but who you are in your heart But am sure you are like hushed white crystal-like, that grace the earth.
I will be the sky, when you look up for some comfort I will the sun, when you needed a light on your path I will be the clouds, when you want soft cotton pillows I will be the shooting stars, hurry make a wish for tomorrow!
It is nice, every now and then To get a phone call you, and you relating to me your daily events; It is exciting, when something good happen I want to pick up the phone and want to share it with you; Even when I am down, I know you have that special ability To lift the veil of doubt, and set the sadness free; I wish that I will be able to do the same for you When the times come, when you needed someone, I hope to be there too.
I write in remembrance of memories of a Graceful angel, whom Heaven sent. Words flow Gracefully, inspired. Words filled the space with Gracefulness, aspired.
I write till the day comes, that no words can further describe, and no vocabulary can further define, that when she look into the space, and when she reads the poems, she will realize, the angel's name is GRACE.