You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful lightness that's in your eyes,
The slightest tingling from the breeze.
You're birds singing on a spring day,
Beauty, peace, love, and art...
My music, my love, my Monet.
You're my joy, my muse, my heart.
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
