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.
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
