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.
Love. Is that what I crave?
If it is, then why can't I find it?
Hate. Does that m
The Hardest Thing I'll Ever Do
The hardest thing I'll ever do
Is let go of you
And look forward instead of back
I thought I saw you the other day
I was wrong
I thought I heard your voice
<To keep your marriage brimming
With love in the loving cup,
Whe
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
Missing A Friend When I'm Locked Up
Another month has come,
But you're still so far away.
You're always in my heart
My eyes meet his,
Our hands touch,
Then our lips,
We are no longer on ear
Let me sing you a love song
About what I feel in my heart;
Butterflies can't find
It's an unexplained feeling that we all hope to find
That wonderful feeling that seems to
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
