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.
Life may not let me select my lot,
But whether I'd be happy or not...
That is my
Monday I was angry with the sun.
It was always in my eyes - no fun.
Tuesday I was
Friends come and go
and love grows, grows, and grows
True friends are trees with
Her nature is the best.
Her smile has life.
Her eyes are full of love.
Sh
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
My love for you is unconditional and enduring.
To you, I promise to always be reassuring.
I Can Do Anything For You My Love
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
Laid my head upon your chest
Your arms encircled me,
It was, My Love, as if we we
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
