In a ship full of sweet words,
That no one has ever heard,
All those words belong to me,
But I’ll share them, you will see,
For in the poetic world,
All is possible, I’ve heard.
All my words will be your crown,
With my love, your life surround,
For forever in their sound,
Music flows towards ecstasy,
Love projects its fantasy,
How much better can Words be?
Recreating Reality.
Pencil.A good home,Some inspirationWhich I hopeWill stayNot roam,That’s all I needTo happy be,And never feelTotally desperateOr alone.
And I dream you in every song,A Love like this,Can never be wrong.
It can so well capture the moments,That in us refuse to die.
For it is bornFrom spontaneous and deepest feelings,And those you can’t transform,Invent or hide.
Loving you a certain way,Like a child that is at play,Purely.I love you,Softly,Like the light at end of day,Like a prayer, I’ve got to say,Surely,And I cannot stay away,Love you more and more each day,With the breeze, I cannot touch,I just Love You, oh, so much,I just know Love’s here to stay,And will never fade…
Like the rest of the World,Because we are FreeAnd they are Not!We,Not perfectCan be better,But because of freedom,We can reach it All,Unfettered.Merry Christmas, America!Land of Liberty,Embracing all Faiths,May God be in your cornerAnd may you Never,Have to wake up,To Tyranny!
