K.C. Wicked...... I mean Wonderful.....

Prom this weekend was fabulous!!!!! K.C. was even better...... She put up with my family for TWO, yes TWO, full days with my family!!! Not only that but she kept me enchanted the entire time. Her eyes, her lips, her breathe, her voice........ I am so completely wrapped up in her.

I can't begin to explain. She compliments me so well. She keeps me grounded, she keeps me focused. She is the yin to my yang, the Abbott to my Costello, the guitar solo to my drum riff. She is everything I have been looking for and more.

Saturday was three months. I'm hoping for hundreds more.

(I know this is a sad song, but its got inside joke written all over it. I love you baby girl....)

Every Rose Has It's Thorn
Poison

We both lie silently still
in the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together
We feel miles apart inside

Was it something I said or something I did
Did my words not come out right
Though I tried not to hurt you
Though I tried
But I guess that's why they say

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn

Yeah it does

I listen to our favorite song
playing on the radio
Hear the DJ say loves a game of easy come and
easy go
But I wonder does he know
Has he ever felt like this
And I know that you'd be here right now
If I could have let you know somehow
I guess

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn

Though it's been a while now
I can still feel so much pain
Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals
but the scar, that scar remains

***Guitar Solo***

I know I could have saved a love that night
If I'd known what to say
Instead of makin' love
We both made our separate ways

But now I hear you found somebody new
and that I never meant that much to you
To hear that tears me up inside
And to see you cuts me like a knife
I guess

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn