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.
My eyes meet his,
Our hands touch,
Then our lips,
We are no longer on ear
On a guitar of time, he played pleasant tunes,
the rhymes of his life were sung by the mo
Have you ever held in pain to the point where it seemed like you didn't care?
You could'v
Her nature is the best.
Her smile has life.
Her eyes are full of love.
Sh
We have something that holds us together,
Something that made us both better,
Som
Breathe in the fresh air,
Put your mind at ease.
Let down your hair,
Let
No more shaking hands.
Don't touch your face.
Never stand too close
In a
Life is like an old house; it gets used,
worn-out and old.
Then it's time to move
My love for her is a roaring fire.
She's all I ever did or will desire.
Without h
You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I
