The first time I aw your face and I heard your voice, then I said “I love you,” and I heard you say it back to me.
The very first time for our everything, I knew it right away that you were going to be the one.
There is a very first time for our everything, like riding a bike, once you learn, they say you never forget. And I knew at the very center of my heart
that you were going to be my love.
My one my precious last and that you were going to be the one who took the hurt away, when and if I fell off the bike and how it breaks my heart to be this far way.
So wrap yourself up in those Welsh blankets I left for you there. Close you eyes and think of me, holding you in my arms. Safe and warm.