Roses are red
Violets are blue...
Sometimes you have to leave your lover because you...
In the quiet of the night,
it's 2:03 on the clock...
I'm drunk on love and falling hard.
The taste of coffee, your strawberry hair...
Two birds perched pretty upon a branch by
the quiet stream. The jungle deep in the lush...
Bye for now darlin'.
Roads of our path...
Beauty, a desired trait.
A temporary facade over the soul...
A sculptor of devotion chiseled away
at the stone of her desires...
I would have rather died than to have been gay.
At least that what I used to think...
For my love that ever reaches thee in the dead of...
Across forested hills, its voice in ghostly echoes...
A one-in-a-million chance
And with eight billion people...
Amidst life’s chaos, my quest unfolds to find
A sanctuary, a temple, a place I can call home...