music all you Sitting by a window the sun streaming through, warming my bones as I’m thinking of you, music is playing, songs are all you, my wonderful women the love of my life, I ask you a question “please be my wife” Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Author: Peter Writer and co-founder of From Heartbreak to Happiness View all posts by Peter