In annual repetition he came,
Sorrow sweeping the path before him...
We all have stories we wont ever tell,
We all have thoughts we wont ever express...
Falling in love
With the women...
In the distance thunder clouds
collecting its strength rolling across...
To be her Lover
you must rediscover...
Your breasts are
mountain haves of honey and zest...
I cannot live without you,
without you by my side, in my heart...
Tho' I've no 'scope to witness distant spheres
Nor fortune, bribing way to travel space...
The sunray is magnificently sweet
Like a Ponkan dew beneath your teeth...
I am awake much earlier than her
As my eyes try to adjust in the night...
She loved her high-heeled shoes, she was
cheeky, she had style, she would be dressed...
It speaks to us in thousand ways,
Ushering light into darkest days...