My parents' bedroom is far from mine, so I have to wonder
What the noise is every night that sounds a lot like thunder.
We don't live near the seashore, but almost every morn
I'm awakened by a noise that sounds like a foghorn.
It's louder than the sound of barking dogs at night
Or a fireworks explosion that lights the sky real bright.
A chainsaw cutting logs doesn't make as much din,
Nor did the wall coming down way over in Berlin.
A jet plane at takeoff will get your attention quick,
As will a jackhammer engaged in busting up some brick.
But neither equals the clamor from Mom and Dad's bedroom,
Worse than a stick of dynamite at the moment of KABOOM!
At last, I figured out the source of all the raucous roaring.
It was only good old Dad engaging in some snoring
Mom says: "I don't mind; it's a Godsend
That all that wind isn't coming out the other end."
The past you cannot forget or undo
The future is all we can look forward to.
&nbs
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
No matter what happens in my life,
Sorrow or joy, rain or shine,
Whatever befalls
I told you I loved you.
You didn't hesitate to say it back.
You held me in your a
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
Y
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
The joke was very funny
She laughed a lot of tears
When suddenly her eye fell out
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
