Snowsnow is falling to the groundMore Like This
dusting glitter all around
beautiful wonderful amazing found
sush hush quite no sound
dancing prancing through the sky
snowflakes falling from up high
swirling twirling in the eye
bold and dashing not ever shy
snowing snowing snowing now
keep on dancing they shall.
Dear Old StrangerI want to sit and tell a storyMore Like This
To the old man sitting alone
He sits on his bench
Yes his bench
He has earned it through the
Hardships in his life
Obstacles and challenges that he has overcome
I want to hear his stories as well
Be the audience to his life story
He's so lonely sometimes
I believe he just wants the odd companion
Or complete strangers
To hand over some of their time
Maybe make him feel younger
As he reminisces in youthful days
Sweet DreamsGo on lay your head downMore Like This
New things are to be found
Go on turn out the lights
Shut your eyes nice and tight
Think sweet thoughts my dear
Dreaming is nothing to fear
You'll soar away to higher places
Where you will see only friendly faces
You can run and just be free
That's all you need you see
So close those eyes to just dream
Run to where nothing is as it seems.
BoundlessMy heart knows no boundsMore Like This
To him, dear lover of my better days;
My heart has a piteous sound
When my dear lover is away.
It is a shame, I must believe,
That dear lover has never met my eye;
My own lover I never did see-
At least, “-not yet,” I must sigh.
Romance seems like a fairytale,
A beautiful dream for beautiful souls;
In my lonesome I imagine that male
As if it fills my virgin heart’s hole.
I have heard stories of romances fair-
Each one ends with a faraway gaze;
I watch the lovers and study their stares,
Anticipating when I can look that same way.
Romance is a game for fools-
May we all be one from time to time;
Nothing is more grand or cruel,
Heartbreaking, painful, or sublime.
Romance has a way with those
Who would rely on it to earn their smiles;
Even a broken heart recovers and grows,
For honest love is rare in short whiles.
A romantic heart is a silly one, true,
But is it not the most wonderful of all?
What is better for me or you
Than another’s arms