Moved to tears,
that's how I feel
when I think about our years.

How you helped me fight my fears,
every touch was so real,
moved to tears.

It's been all these years
and with the devil I have made a deal
when I think about ours years.

No help from my peers
could rid me of the pains that real,
moved to tears.

With snickers and sneers,
all my love, my whole heart, you steal
when I think about our years.

Love inside me still rears
it's head, so surreal.
Moved to tears
when I think about our years.

Rough
is not
the right word.
Tough in the face,
gentleman to the
core. A love for his girl
so deep it could fill the seas.
Hold her, cowboy, lasso her
heart. Pull her in with a soft touch.
Do not fence her, but do not let her run.

You are the fuel to my flame,
gasoline meets a struck match.
I know I'm the one to blame.

I always fall victim to your game,
myself, from you, I could not detach.
You are the fuel to my flame.

Once we met, I was never the same,
fire burned the forest, the whole patch.
I know I'm the one to blame.

With your heat you took aim,
I was the easy catch.
You are the fuel to my flame.

With the roaring wind you did not tame,
you ran away with the key to my latch.
I know I'm the one to blame.

Your wildfire left me here in shame,
you were the itch I could not scratch.
You are the fuel to my flame.
I know I'm the one to blame.

He never called it love,
but I held his world in my hand.
How strong he felt we never spoke of.

A pedestal he had me sit, high above,
to look upon his heart, his sacred land.
He never called it love.

It seemed we fit, our hearts, like a glove.
Reciprocation was too much to demand.
How strong he felt we never spoke of.

Persuaded was the heart, gentle shove
to a feeling not willing to expand.
He never called it love.

Up on a pedestal, so high above,
wind blew feelings away like sand.
How strong he felt we never spoke of.

Losing him I never thought of.
Eternity was pictured and
he never called it love.
How strong he felt we never spoke of.

Spring comes and goes
tricking birds with warm winds, sun.
Snow falls the next day.

In the falling snow
breaths form condensation.
Mule deer migrate on.

Ocean waves calling,
salty foam licking the shore.
Soft breeze, warm sunshine.