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

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

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

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...

I miss your hugs, invigorating charms
I anticipate when, you're back in my arms...

To make you laugh is all too simple
Know your weaknesses, exact spots to tickle...

Hands clasped under my head, wide eyed gaze upon...
In my bed, restless, suffering varied feelings...

Was active, real early, liked football...all...
On the other hand, I, not any of the sort...

Why my son didn't come home?
He left me smiling...

I cherish the midnights; we'd spend at the beach
Our heights of passion, we've easily reached...

Our leaders must agree, at some form of solution
"We the People" are suffering, we beg...