Every moment of every day
I search my soul for the words to say
that I love you
always
I'll love you
always
We've been together for some time
I want forever to be yours and mine
and I love you
always
I'll love you
always
I remember when you were a dream
and now you're here with me
a wish come true unexpectedly
a dream turned reality
now every moment of every day
I search my soul for the words to say
that I love you
always
and I'll love you
always.
Monday, October 17, 2005
I Cry
You would think that I would learn
after all the times that I've been hurt
now is the time like times before
to find a lonely song and sing once more
and cry
So long after love has said goodbye
I cry
So long after lovers said goodbye
There's no one here who really knows
all the things that I can never show
so I turn and close the door
and find a lonely song to sing once more
and cry
So long after love has said goodbye
I cry
So long after lovers said goodbye
after all the times that I've been hurt
now is the time like times before
to find a lonely song and sing once more
and cry
So long after love has said goodbye
I cry
So long after lovers said goodbye
There's no one here who really knows
all the things that I can never show
so I turn and close the door
and find a lonely song to sing once more
and cry
So long after love has said goodbye
I cry
So long after lovers said goodbye
Monday, October 10, 2005
Setting Sun
Well I don't believe the day has come
the broken morning of the setting sun
I have to leave. It's all been done.
You'll get the meaning when I'm gone.
So here's goodbye. It's hard to say.
There'll come another another day.
But there's no regret. I was the one.
You won't forget this setting sun.
the broken morning of the setting sun
I have to leave. It's all been done.
You'll get the meaning when I'm gone.
So here's goodbye. It's hard to say.
There'll come another another day.
But there's no regret. I was the one.
You won't forget this setting sun.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
The Meaning of The Poetry
Fear and Love. And so it goes.
Butterflies and poetic prose.
I think, I know. But I can see
The meaning of your poetry.
My heart and mind are of flawed design
I think and feel at the same time
You wouldn’t know and you haven’t seen
The meaning of my poetry.
To belong or to be free.
Is it you or is it me?
No one knows and no one sees
The meaning of our poetry.
Love and Fear. And so it goes.
Silent emotions that no one knows
What is, what was, and what will be
Or the meaning of the poetry.
Butterflies and poetic prose.
I think, I know. But I can see
The meaning of your poetry.
My heart and mind are of flawed design
I think and feel at the same time
You wouldn’t know and you haven’t seen
The meaning of my poetry.
To belong or to be free.
Is it you or is it me?
No one knows and no one sees
The meaning of our poetry.
Love and Fear. And so it goes.
Silent emotions that no one knows
What is, what was, and what will be
Or the meaning of the poetry.
Saturday, October 01, 2005
Xavier
Your baby is here so please dry your eyes.
You long to hold him...and so you do.
Your baby is here inside of you.
He’s sad when you’re sad and cries when you cry.
So lift up your heart and be comforted dear.
Your baby is home. Your baby is here.
His heart beats with yours. You're never apart.
You share a life without and within.
It always will be...as it’s always been.
You understand love like some never had.
A mother's love like some never knew.
It's there that you'll find Xavier with you.
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