As the sun comes up,
And the sky turns blue,
I go back in my memory
And I think of you.
For you were the one,
That made me see,
Just what true love,
Should really be.
And you were the one,
That fixed my heart,
When another love,
Had torn it apart.
And last but not least,
As I write these lines,
I'm thinking of you,
All of the time.
For you are a rose,
In the garden of life,
And you will always be,
Part of my life.
Alonzo Gene Tillery Sr
5-11-1985
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