The memories that I have of you
We're never the best of times...

Autumn is fast approaching
With her coat of many colors...

Oh The Roses
With their petals of silk...

I'm the piece of thread
And you're the needle...

You're the smile
That motivates me...

Love is emotions
Emotions of the heart...

Without any stipulations
Or influenced by nothing...

As the Shadows Of Night
Move across the blue skies...

If both my lips
We're sealed or zipped...

Oh Gentle Wind
That blows the leaves...

It's a God given talent
A reflection of him...

Her skin is chapped
From the harsh winters...