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 remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
Say yes, and we could surf the highest waves,
Your hand in mine, never losing faith.
Laid my head upon your chest
Your arms encircled me,
It was, My Love, as if we we
I am fighting a battle of loneliness and disrespect
My pain with relations has reached it
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
That's not my age; it's just not true.
My heart is young; the time just flew.
You were like the sun who brought light
Into my cold, dark, and lifeless night.
Y
Of all the things I've ever said,
Of all the tears I've ever shed,
Of all the thi
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
