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.
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
Baby, when you hold me, my emotions makes it clear
Just how much you mean to me while we
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
It's getting late, I must go
I had a beer where did it go
I had to pee. I know it
Get that nit comb through those strands,
This lice lotion best of brands,
Naught
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Some areas long as hoses
You buy at a garden store.
Mine can be used to smell ros
You're so special - more than you know and more than I show.
You're my soul mate, you're
Overwhelming and revealing
this amazing feeling,
this ache I crave, this desire,<
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
