Is the sky defined by its colour, so blue?
Does the wind once blown, return or renew?
Does the sun once its shone, die for the day?
Does the moon change monthly or does it stay?
The way I feel and think of you,
is never with sadness, never quite blue.
I think of the joy we had in the past
and hold on to love; a love that will last.
So be well my baby. Be by my side..
and share in this love, I wear it with pride.