And on my island, shall be more than just a speck of sand,
in which I can call my own,
and on my island, I shall have more people than myself,
so I won't ever have to be alone.

And on this Island, there will also be you, and I,
we shall walk the shores of the beach,
where our cares of tomorrow, will always wait until then,
and there's no one to ask us about why.

And on this Island, we shall have all the pretty birds,
flowers, and animals, of the land, sky and sea,
and on this Island, I will keep all my promises, a sacred guarantee.

My island, surrounded by shallows
nothing but calm waters, fluffy clouds,
whatever ideal weather that God allows.

My island, shared with you,
we'll be surrounded by nothing but what we want,
much more than petty things like money,
because without that, we have no worry.

We'll be surrounded by loved ones,
our friends and family,
here on our Island,
surrounded by calm waters,
on the sea.

Here on our island,
we'll have children,
who'll build to our small little island,
yes to our island,
our home by the sea.

Our home that we'll build,
just for you, we'll have that Island,
one day you'll see.

I hear them laughing,
to, with and at.
They are laughing,
not caring,
who is skinny,
who is fat.

Though they poke,
and tease,
and play with one another,
they are not as concerned,
at the moment,
at finding a lover.

What love is this?
That one can open up and accept a stranger,
what language is needed to cross this barrier?

I found that,
it doesn't take much
for a child to make a friend,
as a writer once said,
"In order to make a friend, be one"
and I have done that to all,
leaving out none.

But their's something about
children laughing,
that, in their own right, is pure and sweet,
that they are invincible,
that they will never taste defeat.

Or Loss.

Not yet.

I hear the children laughing,
outside, where they play.

I hear them laughing,
laughing away the day.

I hear them, I hear them,
Oh how sweet the sound,
what sweet joy and blessings they are,
I hope that that'll be the last that I hear,
just before I'm no longer around.

Laughter,
of children, young and old,
for the laughter of friends,
weak and bold,
is much sweeter and worth much more
than any amount of gold.

So let the laughter ring,
through the valleys and hills,
through the summers, fall, winter and spring.

Let laughter be my chorus,
for which my heart sings.

Because one day, of my own time,
I'll have that which they are having,
my own little children, laughing.

At this cafe, where we used to meet,
remember the years I would arrive
just for you to greet.
Besides school I was stuck with that sad old job,
it took my time, but you came like a thief,
my heart to rob.
And then I found a new meaning with that little job,
as another way to see you,
I came in early to finish quick all I needed to do.

I remember that perfect spot you chose,
just for me,
for no matter where I went,
there was always you I could see.

Where after maybe cleaning up some broken plates,
I can steal a glance from you smiling away at a good book,
but once and a while you'd bless me, with even just one blessed look.

It was at this Cafe,
that we'd meet,
and it was here,
where I take my seat.

I wait for you, at your favorite corner,
but this time,
together.

We were so close...
So close I could reach over and draw you in,
so close that I could whisper quite words of love, even over the din.

We were so close,
that I could lean and smell your hair,
and remember that familiar fragrant you always wear.

So close were we that we could almost brush lips,
so close were we, just out of our finger tips.

But time thought better
than to let us be together,
as we had other things to do,
it broke my heart, not being with you.

But still we promised each other,
to write and send letters,
and you still lock in that sweet perfume you always wear,
I smell this lovely scent and I think, I could almost see you there.

I wish we had more time together,
but unfortunately, time has given us
only time enough to write these letters.

It'll do for now,
and here I'll still wait again to see you,
oh how I wish, I wish, if only you knew.

That we were so close, but we ran out of time.
So close m'dear, that how fast it went, would've been a crime.

Come my brothers, sisters, to arms I call!
Together, Together, we shall make even the Titans fall!

Stand fast! Hold strong! The enemy doth beat and holler upon yon gate!
Be brave, be steady, for the hardest part yet is but the wait.

The battle shall be under way, and will eventually be concluded,
so be ready and clear of mind! Let not your goals be deluded!

Fight for me as I fight for you!
All I ask is to believe in yourself as I believe in you too!

The tolls shall be heavy, without one speck of doubt,
but by the end of the day,
to this I pray,
we shall cast the heathens out!

Watch them flee!
See them run!
Rest when you can,
for the war is yet won!

And when it comes time, when the trumpet shall sound,
we shall rise from the bodies and ashes,
to only have the strength and courage,
but to look around.

We shall see among,
the mass field of blood and blacken soot,
we shall see among our friends and family,
their mangled bodies, arms, legs, hands and foot.

We shall see them, and some of us lying there,
we shall the heavens, Hell, and the stary stair,
we shall ask of our own God, "To how, how was this fair?"

A heavy toll is expected from a war of great meaning,
but come unto me, and I'll bear your sorrow a-leaning.

Our heads will be held high, in the victory we share,
we shall let our tears fall proudly, for we were the ones who dared.

We, along with our brothers and sisters that were called to arms,
we made our sacred oath,
to keep our loved ones from harm.

So in the name of peace,
we will wage our war,
away from home,
as only to keep safe our front door.

So we rise together, now, one and all!
Come my brothers!
Come my sisters!
Come hither, and answer the Call!

Let's play a game,
a silly, witty, pity
kind of game.

I spy.
Aye, I do indeed,
I spy with my little eyes,
a chip, upon your shoulder it lies.

There it is,
in all it's glorious splendor.
How it got there, is all that I wonder?

Is my Love enough?
To keep you afloat?
Is my Love enough?
To tell you in each written word that I've wrote,
that I love you,
more than ever,
because I miss you now,
more than ever.

Is my love enough?
To keep you in my arms?
Is my love enough?
To keep you safe from harm?
Is it enough to let you know,
that I'll be here always,
and I'll never let you
go?

Is it enough?

Just telling you each and every blessed day,
as they come and as they go, be that as it may,
will it ever be enough just to say I love you
so?

Because if,
no.

Then tell
me.
What I have to do?
So that I can stay a while longer with you?
Tell,
me.
What I have to say?
To have you stay,
with me.

For a little while.
A long while,
maybe.
Forever?

Is my love enough?
To keep us both strong?
God, I hope that it's enough,
cause I know that I'll pay for it if I. Am.
Wrong.

So Is it enough?