How heavy the days are.
There's not a fire that can warm me,
Not a sun to laugh with me,
Everything bare,
Everything cold and merciless,
And even the beloved, clear
Stars look desolately down,
Since I learned in my heart that
Love can die.

The mere thought
What a beautiful thought indeed
Just a thought of you
A ray of sun on a cloudy day
I know this sounds cliche
But every word rings true within me.

A smile comes to my face
Every time you look my way
A smile that won't seem to shake
Resonating in my soul
Your words so deep and so true
You've changed my life
This is my ode to you.

The games we play
It's all fun, sure
But nothing beats that moment
In all seriousness you look
My eyes into yours
Reading my mind
The kisses so sweet
The feeling can't be beat.

So safe and warm in your arms
My favorite place to be
If you could hold me forever
Keeping me and protecting me
I'd have it no other way
Whether I'm crying or smiling
Paradise is found inside your arms.

Difficulties have arisen
Most of them my doing, I know
But, you've stayed for the long run
Holding my hand when I begin to fall
I wouldn't be the same without you, my dear
Day by day I see a little more clear
Our life together in the future
Yes, I know I'm sure
Marry me, my love
Not now, of course
Wait for the time
Just be with me
I'll be yours and you'll be mine.

Your breath across my neck
Sending shivers down my spine
Sweet nothings you whisper to me
You love me
You hold me
My own piece of heaven on Earth
A gift of God, you are to me
Sent for me and only me.

This ode to you
I could go on
My love for you will continue strong
Until I die
You will be my love, my life
How do you end a thing such as this
For a man such as you
So kind and so true
Only one way seems fitting
Darling, I love you.

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

I hear the trees speak in the wind.

Whispers of grandeur and long forgotten majesty.

Arms grasping to the heavens, always reaching.

Do they not live and die? Do they not breathe and live?

Roots grasp for water like tongues parched in the desert.

Do they not grow? Do they not bleed?

I hear the trees speak in the wind.