It is the who, how and what that lasts longer than our fingered hands.
I know that in all of my weaknesses, I could not help but love you.
I want to show you the many unwritten words scribbled inside my chest.
Sometimes, I’ll touch your picture or your handwriting because it is what I have.
In my next half century, I’ll remember you very much softer than my own.
I know that in all of my weaknesses, I could not help but love you.
I want to show you the many unwritten words scribbled inside my chest.
Sometimes, I’ll touch your picture or your handwriting because it is what I have.
In my next half century, I’ll remember you very much softer than my own.