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.
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
Hi
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all
Of all the things I've ever said,
Of all the tears I've ever shed,
Of all the thi
You are mine till the end.
I love you because you're my friend.
You were so kind
While you weren't here
I cried every night.
A million tears fell,
Still,
Over time we've developed something extraordinary,
That will last forever because we're b
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
You're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
