| Mark Andrew Velasquez May 28, 1996 ~ August 4, 1997 |
| When you were given to me the Heavens were kind. When I held you in my arms I had a peace of mind. Then they told me you were ill. You can't imagine how that made me feel. My heart ached, my stomach turned. Inside, the anger burned. Then, one day the angels took you from me. I guess this is the way God wanted it to be. Why did He make me love you so? Give you to me, then let you go? |
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| Our time together was short, but sweet, but I know, someday, we're sure to meet. Now sleep peacefully with the angels above, and every night I'll send you my love. I know you'll always be close to me. Now, be peaceful. Now, be free. My Sweet Baby, I love you. My Angel. |