Yes it is true I am the Reaper...but I don't seek your soul, I harvest your smile. Don't want your spirit but I do love your style.
Won't want your sins, I prefer a win-win.
Don't crave your blood,
Cleaning up's such a dud.
I just need the laughter, the butterflies in your chest, the look in your eyes that's sighs..."you're the best".

I prefer to slap with a hug....but if you don't want one
scurry off like a cockroach, a bug.

I won't pay your toll
My little green friend
The bridge is for all
Travelers to cross
not yours to defend.

I'll walk where I please
and if I step on the grass
Don't call me an ***
Lighten up don't be so crass.

Take care that your children
don't take to your ways for lonely you'll be in the end of days.

You can't bring me down from my cloud....maybe grab my hand and drop the negativity shroud.

My only sunshine you make me happy when skies are grey!




Don't know who to credit this to other than the French's Mustard Commercial

Because I've never even seen you and I'm already head over heels.  In less than a month you've made me the happiest and luckiest guy in the whole universe and the two dimensions next door.....with your words, your ears, your mind, your kindness, your truth, your pain.......my crimson twin flame.