Today when I look in your face may I recognize the one I love.
Nothing has gone the way I planned. Nothing was ever going to.
So you are not who I thought you would be. Neither am I.
When I hear your voice, may I remember I love that voice.
You will not not say what I would say, or what I would have you say.
Your words may grate, contradict, bore.
I will picture your face while I listen, your true face.
When I say your name may you hear how I love you.
Happy Birthday, Angela!
Posted by: Pollux at August 7, 2003 01:32 PMhappy belated, dear.......sorry this is so late, but i have been away for a few months........and am now catching up........forgive?
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Posted by: sharon-nicole at September 3, 2003 06:04 PM