My love for her is a roaring fire.
She's all I ever did or will desire.
Without her, I am no more,
'Cause she's all I live for.
She's my red-colored rose,
Yet I don't know why I chose.
Guess that's the way the heart is,
That way of working is only his.
I hide behind a "hey" or a "hi,"
But the truth is that I'm just too shy.
The truth is that I'm just too scared
Of her reaction if she knew I cared.
Sometimes I feel like a creep.
I feel I'm on a mountain that's too steep.
Sometimes at night, I can't even sleep
Because of what's hidden down deep.
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
As I lay here in the dark by your side,
You bring me great love, and I feel great pride.<
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
Leaves crackle and crunch beneath my feet
as l inhale the air that smells so sweet
<Observing the stars,
You came into mind.
I thought about your love for me.
<Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
I wish not to love you much,
Only to love you well.
Much is but a quantity,
You were like the sun who brought light
Into my cold, dark, and lifeless night.
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