I was born to love no one
no one to love me
only the wind in the long green grass
only the frost that i feel on my toes
i was born to use my eyes
and it was with words
my soul was set free
in this curl curl world
when i was younger
than i now am
love words and they will
set you you free
for they make me stronger inside
than i really am myself.

The trees on the hills
say summer is gone
all i have is to say is a si

the trees on the hills this winter day
have nothing to say
all i can do gasp

the trees
look like grave stones
and i miss them so much

the trees
must bring back
there beauty to me

O the trees
bring me back
so i know my place.

to die or not to die
that is the question?

I see them.
Very impressed by them.
They are mermerizing.
Very hypnotizing.
Them eyes.

They could be blue.
They could be green.
They could brown or hazel.
Them eyes just draw me to you everytime.

Similar to cats when they light up.
Yours draw me into your love.
Yes, them eyes.

Some love the nose.
Some adores the lips.
Some admire the legs.
And a few the chest.
With me.
It the eyes upon your face.
That stares at me without an apology.
Because you aware they make me weak.

I know I love you.
Want to do a lot for you.
Take this ring with love.
Hold it close to your heart.

Let make plans together.
To never be apart.
Take this ring with love.
Hold it close to your heart forever more.

Trials, valleys we might go through.
Believe these words I speak.
I'll forever be here for you.
Not the type to run when troubles come.
One to stay close until the job is done.

So take this ring with love.
Hold it close to your heart.
It's my promise that we'll never be apart.

On this road of happiness.
We will leave a wonderful path.
That years later down the road.
We can say.
We gave our very best.

from the moment of the first breath,
stringing events, mind creates time,
tangled with space, it spins a new thread,
history of a being, moves forward,
down the line, events come to an end,
the mind dissolves, body feeds the elements,
the indestructible core, white dove,
transcends to the branch of the tree of light,
*the thread dissolves, in a wistful note,
the symphony continues in higher octaves.