MAYBE I'll ask the Sun to stay high Atop its perch for a little while, So its rays may bathe you in a glow, A radiance, with not an inch of shadow To hide the elegance that's stood before me.
MAYBE I'll beg the stars to hide, Take a night off from lighting the sky, For your smile brings about the brightest shine. Or implore them to do so with more vibrancy So that we may dance beneath such beauty.
MAYBE I will do all of this, create A day that will never fade, never age, Capture just a fraction of the passion, That raw, tangible attraction and affection Into what MAY BE that one single moment, That everlasting, timeless memory - The very essence of You and Me.
The by-product of planning a surprise for the muse.
Who has picked up pencil colors, Such deep red colors, And lighted a little red fire, on that pine shrub: Who, O Who, has made this red cardinal! On this colorless white morning, who made my morning, lucky with red!
I want to live happy. I don't want to cry. I want to live long. I don't want to die. I want to be loved. I want to be cared. I want to live long. I don't want to be scared. But life can surprise you at any moment. And there's no guarantee that things will go the way you hoped.