Tuesday, January 23, 2007

The Love Killer

You've taken the precious gift
Somehow, not deliberately I hope
And cheapened it beyond all thrift
With narrow, jealous scope
There are no more lies to tell
There is not one excuse
For all the pieces of innocence
Have been turned into refuse

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

The Magical Day

Oh the night is so beautiful
The river is all ours
We can stand forever looking at the stars

My how they are lovely
When you're next to me
I am only making inkblots out of trees

Do they wonder where we've gone
I'm not sure they know
That tonight is ours
Dear one
And I love it so

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