Where do i start Aside from the words 'i'm sorry', i really do feel sorry I'm a bad girl, i'm a person who doesn't know what grace is This must be all that i amount too.. Your love was so...

The room is still the the same Your picture in the frame Upon the desk it sits Everything is in its place yet there's a feeling of an empty space The dog waits for you at the door Does it know...

the poem that is on the picture reads To me, you are what nothing else compares To me, you are percoius and rare each day with you I become more aware of the person you are i want to be...