Crystle Jones - My Dear Rose

When people ask me where you are,
I wish i could say more then just your far.

With every passing day,
I think about you, and what we had.
I wish your parents wernt so mad.

Every second, of every day,
I miss you more and more.
I cant believe you were with me, even though i was a bore.

You were my reason for living,
you are so sweet and giving.

I wish you were still here with me,
But its ok for one day together, again we will be.

Crystle Jones

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