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.
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
Words simply can't describe
My feelings for you,
For my feelings are so many,
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
I remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
I loved you,
But you broke my heart.
I should have known
That was your go
