I'm resting here quite regally,
The feature of the table.
Surrounded by potatoes that
I'd taste if I were able.
My subjects, scrubbed and beaming,
Circle round the royal platter.
They seem to be adoring me,
But something is the matter.
See me basking in the candlelight,
My skin so nicely tanned.
The reason for this treatment,
I do not understand.
While I'd love to peck that dish of corn
And gobble down a berry,
I find this jolly atmosphere
To be a trifle scary.
Her long black hair blowing in the wind
I slowly kiss her soft black skin
The way
When the day is done for the infantry,
they bow their heads and take a knee,
they
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
I've fallen in love
with the man of my dreams.
He left all his clues
and
I often wish I were a King,
And then I could do anything.
If only
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Be The Best Of Whatever Who You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but be
Walking in the shadow of fear,
drowning endlessly by a single tear,
running along
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
