Thousands of words spoken
Could never really describe...
My clumsy heart has two left feet
It always trips when I see you...
...
Allow me to bid farewell to those lonely nights, I...
We'd lay for hours in the field
Watching the clouds roll by...
If love could be a color, would you make it red?
That's too traditional, make it green instead...
She lives only in winter
Even under summers sun...
My entire body aches in pain
It won't go away, what is here to gain...
How long can my heart endure such pain,
Guilt and shame that will forever remain...
The Perfect Crime
Moonlight grazed the lake last night...
Not too far
Not too close...
Anniversary of Two Hearts
Patience is a quality he has developed...
© Francisco Guzman 2006
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