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.
When our eyes met
for the very first time,
I knew it was you
to clear my
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
When times are hard, you might stop for a bit,
But it's not over until the moment you qui
When your heart suddenly feels
light, excited, at ease.
When you feel like your h
you say you love me
but I'm afraid that I can not say it too,
I do not think that
Laid my head upon your chest
Your arms encircled me,
It was, My Love, as if we we
Some people view forgiveness,
As a virtue for the weak.
An act of Mercy undeserve
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
I called you late last night
because I needed a friend.
But you, of course, didn'
