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Hush, little one, let me sing you to sleep
Moonlight has come, now, drift off to a dream
Sail from the day to the wonders awaiting you out there
In the deep
               Off little one, chase the wind on the waves
Adventure is calling, so go and be brave
But if you get lost as you're tossed in the dark of the sea
Look for me             I will wait at the shore for you
I will weather each storm standing by 'til
Safe, you return from the night
My love is a lighthouse  
        So darling, my darling
Look for the light (light)
The light (the light, the light)   I will wait at the shore for you
I will weather each storm standing by 'til (standing by 'til)
Safe, you return from the night (safe, you return from the night)
My love is a lighthouse   So darling, my darling
Look for the light
                  The light               The light                 The light
She walked down the isle in an eburnean dress
looking like a beautiful Madonna I must confess
her hair long as Rapunzel was braided in a tress
she walked and she talked like a Royal Empress

I sat there in a wooden pew solitary as a mouse
admiring her stature, she was marrying a louse
but money is what she needed, and a big house
I was no more than a little poor hungry grouse

Abask in the infusion of her sun I was her host
lost inside an old church, just like the Holy Ghost
the preacher began to talk and I hid behind a post
counting my losses feeling small, and very lost...

She swayed, turning two lustrous eyes my way
waiting for me to speak, what I couldn't say
poor as a church mouse all I could say is nay
then she said no, and that really made my day.
Quote by : James Russell Lowell
All God's Angels Come To Us Disguised


A glimpse of light beyond the sea
soft gentle winds upon the shore
a whispered secret I can't see
you are the angel, I adore
a breath away from your influx
I enter in and you restore
concealed beyond earth's parallax
you are the angel, I adore
Archangel of God's Paragon
protector of the rich and poor
you come to serve as you bring calm
you are the angel, I adore
A glimpse of light beyond the sea,
you are the angel, I adore.

Written by: Vienna Bombardieri
aka Mystic Rose
He ran around shooting unsuspecting souls with his golden tip arrows
and one perfectly bent, Port Orford Cedar bow. Wearing nothing
but a diaper and a silly grin he aimed, shut one eye then Wham!
love is dapper               always a gentleman                     respectively yours
He studied at the Rose City Archery where all smart Cupids go for  
an Education on falling in love!  What he wasn't expecting was some
day he would fall for a crazy red head who was a Pixie in disguise.
he leveled the arrow               it ricocheted back                   to his heart
She baked him cinnamon hearts both spicy and hot to the taste.  Then she
took him to a magical place where every day felt like Valentine's day.
It wasn't long before a winged infant carrying a bow and a quiver of
arrows  bounced up and down on Cupid's knee.
I'm a Cupid                             he said, to his daddy           with Pixie Ma, Whoo-ee
Quote: Lost in the velvet of your heart I am
none else but, your Valentine !

Finding my way back to the days when you and I were  young
I flip back the pages of our youth and smile  
Two wide eyes juveniles meeting at the altar of love
ready to meet each other soul to soul ...
Enraptured in this moment of sweet remembrance
I recall the young man I once married.  
How he always stayed by my side and never tarried
when it came to loving me,
he was always, right on time..
The art was most masterful on the dark canvas

Within the thick of night his hand was full of sweep  
beneath the Muskan moon the artist quivered not
Etching silver dollar stars the artist took a leap
as he painted up the sky with orbs of sparkling dots

Celestial objects bright as light, a candle spark
moonlight, starlight, airglow, all a  work of art
Applying white on black creating a celestial ark
he mastered in the light with darkness off the chart  

Tinted colorants of amber midnight grains of gold  
every brushstroke took him, to a journey home
Van Gogh signatures and visions stories yet untold  
all night long he painted, from a sonic neo zone  

Light to dark, with different distinction
he played shadows with God's bric a brac  
Twas' a Masterpiece of fact and fiction
Oh !   He really had the knack !
Quote by author: If love had a thousand faces, they would all look like yours
Your visage is what I'd seek first in my lost and found, box.  

I'd feel for the corners of my box, with nimble fingers
eyes closed I'd  brail  the contours of your missing face
like a schoolchild pining for a spark of self esteem, I'd linger
on words last spoken, before you faded out of place

If love had a thousand faces I'd see only yours for all eternity
lost in a sea of despair, I'd search for you far and wide
like a mother craving for a child's return, I'd scour the city
rummaging the streets, look in all the places you could hide

If love had a thousand faces I would never look for anything new,    
I'd take delight in the likes of you and only you.
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