Oh Love, look what we have done,
A tangled mess, beneath the setting sun.
Words flung like stones, a hurtful display,
Leaving scars etched, where laughter once played.

But wait, love whispers, a chance to rebuild,
With gentle forgiveness, on fertile ground tilled.
Let's mend what is broken, with hearts open wide,
Brick by loving brick set hurt aside.

For love's patient hand can mend and restore,
Together we'll rise, stronger than before.
Though shadows may linger, a lesson we've learned
Oh love, look what we have done, while we hurt again

The raindrops keep falling, a curtain of gray,
Drumming a rhythm on rooftops all day.
Puddles like mirrors reflect the dim sky,
A world washed anew, with a tearful sigh.

But listen beyond, to the whisper they bring,
A song of the earth, as the flowers take wing.
Dust settles gently, the air cleansed and pure,
A promise of sunshine, forever endure.

For raindrops hold stories, both joyous and sad,
A lullaby whispered, though sometimes quite bad.
But hope always lingers, in each falling tear,
The raindrops keep falling, the world to endear.

Not a drum in the chest, a dull, muffled thump,
But a rhythm that quickens a butterfly's jump.
A hand-held so close, a tremor that starts,
Mirroring mine, beating two kindred hearts.

Eyes locked in a gaze, a silent decree,
A language unspoken, for all the world to see.
A shared breath, a sigh, a current that flows,
Two souls intertwined, where passion softly grows.

This feeling, a secret, a treasure untold,
The whisper of forever, more precious than gold.
To feel the heart's echo, a love that takes flight,
A symphony silent, yet pulsing with light
Just to feel the heartbeat of someone

You fan the small spark, a flickering flame,
Belief in my wings, whispers my name.
Doubt's heavy cloak begins to unwind,
With each word of faith, a strength I can find.

Your trust, a gentle breeze, lifts me with grace,
Soaring above fear, to an open space.
Now dreams take on colors, vibrant and bold,
A symphony plays, a story untold.

With wings that you strengthen, I rise to the sun,
My flight takes me onward, a journey has begun.
Forever I'll carry, the gift that you give,
These wings allow me, to truly live.
Baby, you give me these wings to fly

A heavy cloak, the night holds me fast,
Stars like cold diamonds, a glittering past.
Sleep's heavy hand, a burden I bear,
Longing for sunrise, to chase away despair.

Dawn's gentle whispers, a memory's gleam,
The sun's golden touch, a vibrant dream.
But shadows still linger, clinging so tight,
Yearning for warmth, for morning's first light.

Lord, I miss the morning light's embrace,
The hope it ignites, in this weary space.
Grant me the strength, to greet the new day,
And chase the night's darkness, forever away.
Oh Lord, I miss the morning light

Let your wings carry you far, above,
Soar through the clouds, where dreams take you home.
Sun-kissed feathers, a vibrant display,
Dip and dive freely, embrace the new day.

Untamed spirit, a boundless quest,
Leave worries behind, put them to the test.
Ride thermals of hope, on currents of grace,
Explore hidden valleys, a wondrous embrace.

Stars as your compass, the moon as your guide,
Let your wings carry you, where wonder confide.
For in the vast sky, your true self takes flight,
With wings unconfined, bathed in endless light
Where heaven is waiting for us tonight.

Hollow husks where laughter thrived,
Empty sockets where dreams once connived.
Ghosts of warmth, a lingering chill,
Echoes of voices, forever grown still.

They walk among us, unseen and unheard,
Aching for connection, a forgotten word.
Eyes glazed over, a vacant stare,
Lost in a world devoid of care.

We hurry on by, with nary a glance,
Blind to the emptiness left by a chance.
A touch, a kind word, a moment to spare,
Can mend the fractured and show that we care.

For empty souls yearn for a spark to ignite,
To feel the warmth of connection, and step back into the light.
With the empty souls, we leave behind