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.
A bunch of flowers,
A homemade cake,
That special gift,
A birthday steak.
Come a little closer
Honey, come a little closer,
let me whisper in your ear.
Life is a long-distance journey
With ups and downs,
Twist and turns,
With
When your mind is set
On a splendid thing you want to do,
Some will shrug,
<I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
I messed up today, not something I wanted to do.
I ruined a relationship by going off on
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
