Life is a series of written pages,
Climaxes and minimum wages.
The words so carefully written
As life is craftily laden.
The hope of lovers,
With the fear of fevers.
The joy of new breath,
With the anguish of death.
The story isn't over quite yet,
Characters we haven't met.
The twisted road to life
Is sometimes paved with strife.
I can only tell you my story,
With you as my friend,
Just a tale of you and me
Till that last page says,
"The end."
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
To hold you close to having you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whisperin
You're so special - more than you know and more than I show.
You're my soul mate, you're
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
Enough Hurting Those Who Love You
Wondering why you have so much hate
Before you see it will be too late
Trying to
I was given a smile the other day
From someone who passed me on their way.
I wasn
Love is a mystery
never to be solved
when two people have a history
and a
Laid my head upon your chest
Your arms encircled me,
It was, My Love, as if we we
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
They put me in the oven to bake.
Me, a deprived and miserable cake.
Feeling the h
