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.
My eyes meet his,
Our hands touch,
Then our lips,
We are no longer on ear
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush
There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.
When you see that girl it's such a rush.
<Tomorrow's Unrevealed Blessings
Never judge the situation by the appearance
But by the Creator, who has your best interes
My love for you is unconditional and enduring.
To you, I promise to always be reassuring.
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
When You Love Someone, It's Forever
When you love someone, you will do anything for them.
If the sound of your voice keeps th
I've loved you since I met you,
Though there's nothing I can do.
You've hurt my f
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
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