So trusting so gentle
The eyes of you
I look into.
Peaceful at rest
Doing your best
To relax the frigid chill in my bones
Keeping me from being alone
So loving you are.
Then illness came to your sweet little body and all was done to save you… But all hope was gone that rainy sunday when they called and told me you was gone. The day I laid you to rest the heavens sweeped for you as well I truly lost my bestfriend and you will never be forgotten.
Laurie
| Sleepwalker |
| 5, Aug 2000 |
| Laurie |