when you leave 

youll take part of me 

to the pastures and olive green pines

i am so greatful youve given me your smile

i am so hapy that youve heald my sweaty hand in 107 degree weather 

i am so happy that for these few weeks i got the privlage to call you mine

i dont even want to think of when you may leave 

when you leave

the worlds color saturation will decreace 

the bleak desert will surround me begging me to perrish

i will miss you with everything i am

every part of my being

when you leave