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My mother cried last year as she walked into my room She sat down on the couch with her head in her hands and told me the bad news "My uncle may be dying," she said, choking to find some air "We're going to see your family again," her voice was full of despair A few weeks later we were dressed in black along with family and friends Some told stories and some just cried, but all were holding hands I was told he was a good, kind man who always made them smile For all I knew was the big, tall man who scared me as a child Now we're finally moving on from that winter tragedy We're embracing the warmth that comes along with the summer happily But I

Maybe it's those teeth that you like to flash Or maybe it's my mind that's much too rash Maybe it's the way you laugh with your eyes Or maybe it's my heart rate that can't help but rise Maybe it's the warmth that flows from your palms Or maybe it's the cold that stems from my wrongs Maybe it's the jokes that you always pull Or maybe it's my smile that never dulls Maybe it's the charismatic way you speak Or maybe it's my interest that's always peaked Maybe it's the brilliance of your ways Or maybe it's the brightness of my days Whatever it is, I'm sure to find out As I've been caught in your web, of that there's no doubt Maybe it's Love whic

I could call you my boyfriend, my lover, my man But do these titles really grasp the concept at hand? You're special, so boyfriend just isn't enough And lover makes the relationship sound purely of lust And a man, well its obvious you are one to all So for you I am left with no name to call I could say baby or even babe But these titles sound heartless, when it's my heart you have saved So what shall I call you, my lovely Insert-Word-Here? Have you a name that is special and dear? Perhaps there is not one which will always fit quite right Just one throughout the year, all day and all night Perhaps today is special, a one of a kind Yes, today