| The Dream - ***'s Pastoral #7 |
| thy and my create an our as we skip along the dawn. tiny seashells in the sunrise, listen in to hear them yawn. the waves beckon as we kiss so sweetly, "come in, I want to play! "my foam is gentle, my sand is soft, and I am warm for you today." but the mountains bellow coyly, "have you forgotten me so soon? "I incline so very lowly "and you might see the distant moon." yet the glen does win the arguement with her simple melodic line, "in my grass perchance you'll lie, and love's sweet respite you will find." and so we tarry on her well-worn paths, thy hand finding itself to mine. we find a clearing filled with daisies and on sunshine we do dine. |
| Keep Love Alive |
| my consolation |
| my life is ending one step at a time one little voice one minor crime you take my hand sometimes both and then i go but we hold love's rope up ahead the end is seen with a crack in the path a break in the seam, and i can't get across alone without a beam, without a home. but i know i will have you, my angel, to lift me over to fly me to the safer side where my new life can begin. i know i'll have you like i have before when the water's too wide to see the next shore i can face all these fears and i'll fight all these tears with you to help me through the years. you guard me even when i sleep in your arms my soul to keep and in my dreams i never weep for you will hold me close to you and i hold you still close to me. |
| C'est notre epoch |
| Le temps s'arrête quand je pense de toi. Mon coeur tomb quand tu es peiné, Mais je peut voler quand nous sommes heureux et approché. Je sais que tu m'écoutes et lis ces mot, mais je les pretende maintenant plus que jaùais, avec une significance consistante. je t'aime. |
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