I've had a beautiful time

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19 years ago today was like the start of something new for Gerard and me. And I am sad that he is not here with me, I am equally happy that I got those 19 years with him, because I did have a beautiful time.  
Whenever this song by Merle Haggard (a singer whose music he enjoyed) comes up on my playlist, i can only think of Gerard. 

The song below by Merle Haggard is I Had a Beautiful Time

We met downtown in the barroom
Both of us needing a friend
And you brought me home to your doorstep
And it was there you invited me in
We spent the wee hours dancing
To your favorite home stereo sounds
We talked about what we been needin'
Discussin' our ups and our downs
And I've had a beautiful time
Holding your heart next to mine
I poured out my feelings while you poured the wine
And I've had a beautiful time
If I seem a wee bit uneasy
You really sized me up right
There's somebody home still up waiting
She probably been waiting up all night
And I can't say I found any answers
But you listen while I ride alone
And you been a beautiful lady
And you kept me from being alone
And I've had a beautiful time
Holding your body next to mine
You poured out the feelings and then I poured the wine
And I've had a beautiful time
I've had a beautiful time
Holding your heart next to mine
We poured out the feelings and then we poured the wine
And I've had a beautiful time
You poured out your feelings while we poured the wine
And I've had a beautiful time
Source: LyricFind 





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