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.
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
A rose for every year,
many smiles for every tear
Way more of the first than ever
It's that look in your eye.
It's the smile on your face
That makes time slip by,<
Girls!
They protect you!
Mind you, correct you!
In ways you never thought
Sharing sorrows, sharing needs,
Sharing happiness, exchanging deeds.
These are th
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
I thought it was what I wanted.
You promised me it was.
You took me in your arms<
When You Love Someone, It's Forever
When you love someone, you will do anything for them.
If the sound of your voice keeps th
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
The winds are wild
The lightning strikes
The thunder booms
The storm is c
