Made not of salt, nor streaked with bleek,
instead I find them soft and sweet...
I crave to be touched in a way that leaves me...
The tick tock on the clock
Just wont stop...
The envelope contained my passion
It was meant to be a gift for you...
Nashville Tennessee knows I loved her
I never lived in you...
I seem to never tire of writing of affection
If I could carry rhyme and reason to perfection...
Stupid girl,
You did it again...
I'll wait for you - near the water's golden edge.
Draped in the scent of roses, the suggestiveness...
When fate calls
and we'll be together...
Love can be the most abused word
that many of us have ever heard...
I have to stop getting ahead of myself
When a woman says HELLO...
Would it be wrong to say I want you back?
You broke up with me...