If wishes were clouds I would ride through the sky. As fast as I could to your arms I would fly We would talk, we would laugh, we would touch, and then You would pull me real close hold me tight once again But clouds are not wishes and I cannot fly Clouds are just masses high up in the sky They block out the sun or turn dark grey and rain In my heart they're reflecting the undying pain Of living without you forever apart You were my life, my love, and as always, my heart!
Reason for writing:
The love of my life.
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