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."
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
I loved her eyes, I loved her hair,
I loved her looks, I loved her stare.
I loved
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
One word can start a friendship,
One kiss a love affair,
One smile can bring you
As you travel on life's way
With its many ups and downs,
Remember it's quite true
You told me not to fart mom,
so I didn't eat the beans.
You told me it would smel
You made me run away
from those who loved me anyway.
You pushed me down into the
Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from
I think of her and our time together,
And the tears come to my eye.
I never wante
