On a guitar of time, he played pleasant tunes,
the rhymes of his life were sung by the moon.
Always keep moving, he never looked behind,
stepped to the beat tunes played in his mind.
Many wise words he sang, so lovely the sound,
composed with chords that kept peace around.
I sometimes get visions and with them shivers,
as I think of the legend that traveled this river.
I wish it were true, that he wrote such a song,
when the world heard it, we'd all sing along.
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
It's the touch that gives you comfort.
It's the touch that makes you feel.
It's s
I have a heart and it's quite broken.
I read your words as if they were spoken.
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When I am hurt
And broken apart,
When I have no purpose in life,
You tell
You are mine until the end.
I love you because you're my friend.
You were so kind
What we have is something new,
Our love for each other has always been true.
We m
I never knew love until I found you.
Always thought it was a myth until you showed me it
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
Girls!
They protect you!
Mind you, correct you!
In ways you never thought
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
