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How should our lives play out my dear, As we walk here hand in hand? What will our lives allow my dear, Something bold and grand? Tomorrow our lives could change my dear, But today they are quite the same. A lifetime to live with you my dear, A life I could never shame. Neither you nor I can know my dear, What troubles life is giving. But that hardly matters at all my dear, Because any life with you is worth living.

Oh my sweet little hummingbird How fast you fly to me With form so sweet and delicate And song so filled with glee I listen long and I listen well To your lovely voice It fills my soul with joy That beautiful little noise My heart has settled oh hummingbird I must have you in my cage I long for you oh pretty bird For you shall be center stage Sing for me sweet creature sing! You could never harm my ears As I sit outside your cage For all these many years. You beg and plead But I shan't concede For the freedom that you wish I am in denial A request so vile I demand that you dismiss! Now tears of sadness fill your cage And songs of sorrow

My sweet enduring girl, How lovely you are to me To see you brings sweet lullabies For you are my wife to be. I love you now and I'll love you hence, As we grow tired and weary. Your voice will sooth my sorrowed heart, Even once I'm deaf of hearing. To see your smile with my own eyes, Will brighten them for all of time. They'll see your light, large and bright, Even once they are white and blind. This mouth shall speak to you the words, That hold our love so dear. It shall speak these words forevermore, Even once it's been mute for years. No matter what my sweet, sweet girl you'll never be alone, For you shall always have me my love

Cold, grey and void. Sad, yet dignified. Once life is taken, never can it return. Once you say goodbye, never will you say hello. Unspoken words. Regrets. Loneliness. Even though we are alone we still must find happiness; We must know that pain is ended. Suffering is no longer in control, And that they may sleep everlastingly. Death; neither scary nor proud must be respected, For who said that death was a monster? It is an angel. A light. Death is kind to those taken, Yet a cruel shadow to those who must stay. We must live and allow, We must die with dignity. Yes, those gone shall never return, But the memories that remain; The love that is k

Introduction: 1821, Music, it fills in the space around me, in the air I breathe, and in the empty space of my soul. Notes spiral around my ears in the form of an exquisite ballad of piano and violin. Look at her; she looks so calm and serene as she sits. She is beautiful and she is also mine. My beloved wife, lover, soul, she is my music now and forever. Her heart is an orchestra of kindness and love, a beating symphony for me alone. As I sit at the piano letting my mind delve into the fathomless chasm of love I have for my wife, I absent mindedly stop playing. It’s a new piece she and I are working on; she doesn’t seem to n

A way that was I think of me in a way that was. I remember myself that way because, At the time I was miserable, lonely and dark. Down a cold road did I decide to embark. And on my way down I ran into you, And you were dark, lonely and miserable too. To look at you as you looked at me, I saw something you didn’t see. I saw a friend, a friend for me. But you saw different from what I see. I extended my hand. You took it, we ran, Down that cold, lonely road. We ran and ran, no longer I strode. We ran and ran and then saw a small light. It was dim at first but then it grew bright. We ran faster and faster out of the night. And we stopped

On the Carpet I can hear you. You think I’m asleep, But I’m not. I’ve always wondered what you find so fascinating about that box. You always stare at it. The box moves inside, The pictures sometimes look like you. But I know they’re not you. I know my master, And my master knows me. I trust you, just like I hope you trust me. Wanna know why I sleep outside your door? Or near your bed? Or in you soft clothes that I may have pulled from the hamper? It’s so I can be near you. So I can know you are safe. Because I love you Master. You are my friend I am yours. But I am so much older than you. I’ve watched you