It's late but early as I write on your wall...They are things I wish to see for starters its you and me under a palm tree at a beach in Antigua any where you choose it doesn't matter for my focus would not so much be on the view but on how close I should hold you... They are things I wish to know too...Things I wish to ask you...Important feelings to get across and hope that I wont be at lost... They are things I wish to say as the sun begins to set upon that day words that mean little to the ear but my target is quite clear if you should listen with your heart my dear. It is early but quite late as I sit here in this chair thinking what to leave you here.... But I don't know if you are the same so to know what I feel sleep with your hand over your heart and hear the song...hear my heart speak trough yours. I am alive... I am near no matter how far you are from here. By SYN(written from my heart)