I am Life and I am asking for your hand.
Will you take me, to love and to hold, to dance and to sing,
to play and be gay, to laugh and to ****,
to re-open the closed loop.
To reach and to grasp the impossible odds,
we stand tall as we sway, away from the frauds.
We stroll down the meadows, across the creek bed,
we lay on the grasses, I hold your sweet head.
The ferns brush your skin, the trees paint the skies,
you look at me-life and say stare into my eyes.
What do you see, as you peer into me?
I see a reflection, of the most brilliant form of me.
You ask me-life "what lies before me?"
I smile and say you do, as you lay aside me.
Our paths form reality, as our thoughts lay thy bricks.
Will you carve them from soft clay, or the rose's thorny ******?
The depths found by thought, the glisten in your eye's,
tells me you well know, how precious are our lives.
Whispering a secret, blown into your ear,
let these tears of sorrow, meet the tears of cheer.  
Down the path we dance, singing hand in hand.
Squeezing mine as I kiss yours, we set off into the land.
Cozied by the fire, before a brand new day.
From dusk to dawn we stroll, laying bricks of clay.