Closing Argument

Time no longer exist between you and me Space is something that locks a door between will and what will be Dreams are just illusions I let myself pretend Memories are the facts I establish to make my court room stand Pain is my witness that will not be denied Love is my defense dressed in all it's pride Rain, the number of tears and wishes my sunshine Hope and Faith are one in the same message in my mind Yet and still every year this question I must ask For it has been decreed that I must do this task Sence love is time and time is love and love doesn't always pass Will you be my Valentine this year and through the last (As always this time of year this is for my April)