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."
Look at the beauty in her eyes,
a glow that shines like the sunrise.
Her sm
you say you love me
but I'm afraid that I can not say it too,
I do not think that
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
This passionate morning
I wake up with
Your feminine body
With your seduc
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<Look at the stars tonight
As we see the same light
And in that moment
It
Shall we take Fall together,
go sifting through the fallen leaves
and gaze upon t
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
