Come on in, browse around, and leave a comment or three so I'll know that our paths have crossed. This life is like a bridge: cross over it, but do not make your home on it. We are all wayfarers in the adventure, so let us take the fullest advantage of this unique opportunity together, for "We may never pass this way again."
March 10, 1984
I love to love you
Well I love to think of you,
of all the times we've had. Yes I love remembering,
although it makes me sad. And I love to know you're with me
in everything I do, But baby most of all
I love to love you.
Well I love to dream of you
and how you make me feel, And I love to see your picture
although it isn't real, Yes I love to read your letters
that say you love me too, But baby most of all
I love to love you.
Well, loving you comes easily,
It's the natural thing to do. And loving you can pick me up,
Whenever I am blue. Just loving you is all I need,
it makes me feel brand new. Yeah baby most of all
I love to love you.
Well I love to write you songs
of love and tender things. And I love to play for you,
you know it gives me wings. And I love to sing out loud
when all the words ring true, But baby most of all
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