
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.
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
you have been my friend for a very long time
I asked you to bend and you made a rhyme
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
I loved her eyes, I loved her hair,
I loved her looks, I loved her stare.
I loved
I wish I could run away, I wish I could hide
From all the pain he has caused me inside.
I'm getting older, nature deems.
I'm coming apart at the seams.
The things that n