Black dress, tight, eyes of ocean blue
Zaftig figure makes her way towards you...

It's a thing in your heart; it's a thing that you...
It's a thing full of laughter, and can make you...

Life is the bird that sings in the tree
The fish and gulls that occupy the sea...

Her very presence, nervously excites me
Can't think or speak, what to say, if any...

The day as gray, but does not even shroud
In fact, I saw, your face in the clouds...

The flower needs the sun
For its warmth and beauty...

The rain trickles, holding mother's hand
Without an umbrella, she strides in demand...

With my bags, I exit the door
I pause and think, been through this before...

My heart beats
As I close in on your lips...

He'd kiss me good morning, he'd kiss me goodnight
I can see from his smile, his future would be...

Don't want to explain, our children, why they lack
I tire of pulling the knives off their back...

The old man on the corner, ignore him and his...
Perhaps his comeuppance, consequent to his...