It ought to be lovely to be old
to be full of the peace that comes of experience
and wrinkled ripe fulfilment.

The wrinkled smile of completeness that follows a life
lived undaunted and unsoured with accepted lies
they would ripen like apples, and be scented like pippins
in their old age.

Soothing, old people should be, like apples
when one is tired of love.
Fragrant like yellowing leaves, and dim with the soft
stillness and satisfaction of autumn.

And a girl should say:
It must be wonderful to live and grow old.
Look at my mother, how rich and still she is! -

And a young man should think: By Jove
my father has faced all weathers, but it's been a life!

Moonlit skies on this summer's eve,
take me in, though grant me leave;
  I will explore you thoroughly.

    On trodden paths near-forgot,
    a bloodhound's howl, a hunter's shot:
  a late-night symphony.
  And we
    paint the world with all we've got.

      Though everything now strongly glows,
      where we walk, no one knows.
  Nor remains an eternity,
      nor rain, nor calm bellows
  that withers the spirit inside of me.

So away, now, and do perceive
those moonlit skies on a summer's eve;
    whether weather's clear or not,
    whether stars shine bright or not,
onward -- onward! -- in twain we'll cleave
    the lot;
onward -- onward! -- in twain we'll cleave
    the lot
of those who scant believe.

I'm in love with the way you walk
the way the sun hits your eyes and you glow
the way you smile and blush when we talk
and even question in your voice when you don't know
but I'm not in love with you

I love the way you flip your hair
the way we smile when we see each other here or there
Your beauty can make anyone stare
and the way that your skin is so fair
but I'm not in love with you

I'm in love with the time we spend together
sometimes I wish it could last forever
but all good things must come to an end
so lets use up all our time wisely, until then
but I'm still not in love with you

You make me cry, you make me laugh
Through time we've traveled, future and past
All the things I've ever been through
I always seem to think of just us two
And that's why I'm in love with you

It started with nights
It ended in years
You brought me up
I made you better
We spent so much time
Conscious within each other
Sharing our bodies
Except for one tiny place in your heart
You kept that for you
Just in case
Plan B
And that part of you
Became that tool
That broke me time and again
But hey
You're really good with that sledgehammer

Take me by the hand and lead me to thy haven
where trees are high, and spirits fly,
Where stars whisper that you are mine
In His light where I confide that i will never leave your side
and in your arms I do reside as reality cried and dreams surmised
that we were meant to be.