Almost everything we say
Seems to be a bit cliche'
Like practise makes perfect all the time
And out of sight, out of mind
Too many cooks spoil the brew
And what you do to others comes back to you.
Nobody likes a cry baby
No ifs, ands, buts or maybes.
These are just a few cliche's,
And here's some others we all say:
God bless the child who has his own.
No place like home sweet home.
He that fights and runs away
Lives to fight another day
What goes up must come down
What goes around comes around
Give me liberty, or give me death.
And you aint seen nothing yet.
The harder they come,the harder they fall
Keep your eyes on the ball
A small axe cut down big trees
And the best things in life are free
I could just go on and on
Probably until early morn
But I think my point is made
That our words are all cliche's

A burst of multi-flavored light
Emits from in your eyes.
Cherry mixed with grape delight
Awaits as the surprise.

Swelling up inside my heart
are flavors of my own
As much as they explode apart.
They're bound to be yours soon.

I'm stretching out with all my strength
To wait a little longer
But I truly cannot pretend
I wish that i was stronger.

To see you in another's grip
I'm finding hard to bare
It should be our relationship
So you could have my share

The power lies within your hand
To make our lives much better
I know that you will understand
Once we are together.

Radiant roses are like blood
That fill the heart with passion.
The flowers, all shaped from the bud,
Are never out of fashion.

Daffodills, when drenched in dew
Are tears of joy to see.
It reminds of me and you,
Or is it you and me?

Love does come in flowers
And those are just a few,
Because the Jasmine and Carnation
Are love flowers, too.

Watch the Venus Fly Trap
With her kiss of death,
And the lillies of the flat,
With their soft Sonnet.

Whistling winds and whispering wings
Accompany them all
From their ends to beginnings,
Summer, Spring and Fall.

Of the flowers, love the flowers
They are all of love.
They have come from higher powers
That issue from above.

It's cold, I'm shivering.
My fingers are numb.
Brrrr! I'm trembling.
Can't wait for the Sun!
The heat of her kisses
All over my face.
The warmth of my Mrs.
No one can replace.
When My Summer comes
I know I'll get wet.
It'll drip from my thumbs,
All covered with sweat.

The rays of her fingers
Are just like the Sun.
My senses are tingled;
The Summer is fun.
When My Summer's here,
So hot and so soft,
I wont have a care,
When my clothes are off.
I've waited so long
To dip in the pool.
I can't do it now,
Because it's too cool.

My Summer will place me
In her loving embrace.
And she will take me
To fill in her space.
Convulsions from Sun strokes,
I can't wait to feel!
My Summer don't mind folks
Keeping it real.
When hot *******
Goes in so deep,
******* sensations
Will put us to sleep.

Clusters of stars burst to life in your eyes.
Your heart is like Nebulus;
Orion  - your mind.
You are a Constellation
Of magical sensations,
No natural explanation
Can anyone find.

Glorious spectacle.
Worthy and respectable.
Very unpredictable;
A Constellation sublime.

Fireworks are boring.
I'd rather be adoring
The beauty of your glory.
A vision in the sky.

Suspended over mortals.
No entry through your portals.
No duplicated models.
You're one of a kind.

You are a Constellation.
A memorable elation.
You'll have my admiration
Until the day I die.

I look at you and melt.
This feeling, before never felt.
I taste you with my eyes.
Like ******* Jack you hide the prize.
You are to me like sweets.
The kind you lick, and ****, and eat.
A tootsie lolipop.
And in the center- a gumdrop.
When I see you I drool.
Sometimes you make me act the fool.
Your words are honey-dipped,
Remind me of when nectar drips.
Caramel Marshmellow pie,
Your sugar shock, it gets me high.
Your mouth's a chocolate kiss,
Hershey's aint gat nothing on this.

You're sweeter than desert,
The best desert on earth.
The kind that I want all the time,
Until my belly hurts.

My heart is trapped in the abyss.
The dark, cold, musky and soggy abyss.
Drenched in tears.
No elevation for my banished joy.
No laughter for my troddened spirit.
No love.

Where are the tender touches?
My quiet moments are deafening.
My quality time - unqualified.
I am wasting away in the abyss of longing;
The endless hole of desire.

I am grasping the wind, and shooting the breeze.
Falling deeper into the dungeon of despair and torment.
Were it not for pain, I would feel numb.