Something I remember my brother writing
Love is precious, Love is kind,
When in the depths of your heart, you find
Someone to treasure, someone to hold
Someone to cuddle as the nights grow cold.

There was a shitload more of it, but I can't remember. The reason I remember this still is because he wrote it on the cupboard door of his room, which later became mine. He's still just as bent now, having gone back to his fiancee who was cheating on him with her ex, the father of her child.
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Wed 6 Jul 2011, 10:42, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

Those are Marseille lyrics aren't they?

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 6 Jul 2011, 10:49, Reply)

Different brother

( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Wed 6 Jul 2011, 10:51, Reply)