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.
When someone's having a bad day,
A smile could go a long way,
So make sure to put
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No wo
There's a place on each road...
Where the street ends...
Well, there's one in you
Sorry
It is a word
It has no substance
I cannot hold it
Nor can I
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
Two old friends met on the street,
Hadn't talked in many a year;
"How's your fami
Tears of blood fall from my
