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.
The worst pain known to me
Is to be stuck on a love that never could be,
To love
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
The answer lies true in my heart,
So if I tell you, will you tear it apart?
Or wi
When you needed me I was there for you
I let you cry on me
I let you talk to me
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
F- Friends are precious gifts
R- Rare and hard to find
I- Invisible when life is
Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
