I am but a tick
A tick of the clock...

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

Oh Gentle Wind
That blows the leaves...

It started out like
Then it turned to love...

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

His canvas is of the finest
No woven strands of fabric...

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

I'm unique in design
And I vary in size...

Some say that I'm lucky
Yeah maybe that's true...

She's frozen stiff
And hung out to dry...

Without any stipulations
Or influenced by nothing...

Love is emotions
Emotions of the heart...