Just a man with thoughts that sometimes form words.
The first time you’re in love it’s impossible. You’re sure you’ve found what you’ve been looking for. You sacrifice so much to keep the one you love. Then you fall apart when they walk out the door.
Smile, such a sweet smile, Like roses in full tender bloom, The aroma gently caressing the air, With a subtle removal of every care, Yet hiding thorns of private gloom.
Love, What is it. What does it mean. Is it something we feel. Or is it something we know. Can you know Love. Can you feel Love. Who knows.
Are you sure this is right. It’s awfully tight, And I can’t quite get it in. You got told by your friend So I’ll try once again, But I think your nose is too thin.
Come stroll with me a little while, Along the shores of Memoryville, Perhaps we’ll stop, admire the view, We’ve both got time to kill.
As I sit, I watch and learn, About myself and life in turn. I see so clear, What I thought I knew, That truth is not always true. As I sit, The world goes by, No thought of me, alone I cry.