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If you find yourself in that mirror,
Should your worst fear come to pass.
I'll be looking at it with you,
Tasting your sorrow from tears of glass.

You'll turn because all of a sudden,
You saw what wasn't there.
Fear not my love, it's only me,
Reaching out to touch your hair.

Though I'm gone, I'm not departed,
I'll never be too far away.
I'll just be that wisp of smoke,
You thought you saw today.

I grew up in a swamp,
and every eve the dragons shrieked in play.
I 'd get so excited . . . when invited,
to fish'n on the lake.

Country home where I roamed,
you aren't there anymore.
Construction Crews done tore you up.
Now you're a fancy mall.

The swamp was our playground,
and all the animals romped and played.
The world was green, the skeeters were mean.
Cypress was our highway!

The fish were mean and sneaky.
There were "Kings" in every hole.
Our bait was a variety, from maggots to bread-balls.
We tried our Daddy's fly rod, but stuck to our cane poles.
Fish'n every night past light, put fish on the table!

Country home where I roamed,
underneath these cement floors!
My childhood died, when they dried,
the swamp outside my door.

Love is a rainbow which shows in different ways.
Purple is the wisdom shared that grows in us each day.
Red is the passion that varies by its tone.
Sometimes all intense, and sometimes all alone.
Green is the healing sway of leaves rustling on the trees.
Soft words and gentle moments, between you and me.
Blue is the gentle sea that runs within the waves.
Ups and downs are all the same, on a beachside cay.
Yellow is the sunshine that lives deep inside our minds.
Showing through with wild abandon, and comforting on the side.
Orange is the juicy sauce that grows better by the hour.
Together we make a fantastic couple, mixed with sweet and sour.
White is the further extreme. The angels we are part-time.
Scripture says we should do more. We'll keep that in mind.
Black is our darker times, that give us both the power.
Memories flung into the face, instead of turn and cower.
I said, "I do," so it is true. I said,"I will," so it shall.
Kindred spirit that I love, don't try to only show,
The colors that you think I love.
When I love, "The Whole Package!"