I remember that when I was young
A bunch of Insects taught me All I Need,
The Walrus showed me my Imagination,
And a couple Stones gave me Satisfaction.

Three Idiots Held My Heart Like a Grenade,
And Thnks go to a cartoon for giving a band its name.
My good friend Jimi led me through the Haze,
And the words of a Pie dropped me into a maze.

Old Blue Eyes was with Apollo when it Flew to the Moon,
And the Cops sang of a set of colored Eyes too.
Now, lets not forget those old composers,
And the Sweet Children who filled our Guns with Roses.

The King of Rock said Only Fools Rush In,
The Queen said Champions Fight ‘Til The End
The Prince played his guitar like a god,
And the Jester’s voice was a little odd.

Those surfer Boys sang about Vibrations,
While the Lizard King expressed his Fiery intentions.
Mr. White was always there to set the mood,
And Mr. Brown explained how to Feel Good.

Ms. Franklin taught me how to spell,
Mrs. Robinson got me out of hell,
Ms. Perry’s figure was like a Dream,
And Mrs. Ross still reins Supreme.

One blind man sang of his home in Georgia,
And another was Superstitious.
A guy named Ozzy served as my conductor
As I looked out at the Smoke on the Water.

Michael danced like no one else,
And Kurt rebelled against life itself.
Cocker left the stage with nothing left to give,
And it was music that taught me how to live.

I feel like “like” is a lost emotion
Often replaced by “love”. But I don’t know
If “love” is an equally strong notion
For “love” can fade, yet “like” can only grow.

“Love” is a word that can be thrown around
To express a variety of things.
But “like” can have a meaning so profound
That you would find the lacking of “love” stings.

What is “love” when you say that you love me?
Just a word, a phrase… or a true feeling?
I hope that these first two can never be,
But the unknowing is unappealing.

Though fear not my dear, for I do love you,
Yet beyond love, I say, I like you too.

My love, now lost, feels like a life lost, too.
See I seem to have no life left to live
So long as I am no longer with you.
My actions are what I ask, you forgive.
Forgive my poor melancholy diction,
And other sad traits that don’t seem like me.
They’re but a result of my affliction,
And not what I would like for you to see.
I wanted to be with you, forever.
But now that forever has come early,
I’m not ready for our ties to sever.
My dear I know, I know two things surely:
     You have forgotten me, or so it seems.
     But to live, I must have you, if only in dreams.