"All I want is love"
This is a poem and a song, kind of like 'Once Upon a December' from Anastasia. At least, I swap the lyrics for this poem instead and hum it to the tune. Originally published 04/2016 edited/revised 07/2023
Of all the things, of all the sorts, I don’t understand sports. I’m so confused, I am so through,
Lets cross our legs and take a sea… I made some tea for you and me. I made some lemon scones... I can’t eat all of these alone! no one has answered our calls at a…
My shadow is with me every day They follow me all the hours I pl… they trace my footsteps and stick… and visit the next day around morn…
Follow you, I will, for the rest… All of us sinners upon the earth, are like, like sheep gone astray. If the morning sun will shine, if the clock would tick back time,
Cookies and muffins are oh, so yum… Toppled with nut and candies and c… Cookies with cream that has been s… the kids are giggling because they… Creamy puddings from chocolate to…
Oh, how the wind does blow, oh, it is freezing cold. Please, lets stay inside, The weather’s getting worse throug… I wish that I had a hot drink In…
When I step on leaves I hear the crackles Then I will look at trees and see fresh apples When sticky Maple leaves would fa…
Please little birdy, don’t you cry. I know you must be hurt, because of that trip from the sky. You must be freezing cold,
That awkward season in the months where there’s never anything to do The times where all it does is rai… at first I like it then I go insa… That awkward season when it’s alwa…
It’s spring time again, such a wonderful feeling. The roses are blooming, and the Honey is in making. The noise of lawn mowers,
On a cold winters evening, there is a place I would like to b… Snuggled up in my home, by the fire, drinking Tea.
Today is the day, that I am born again. Today is a change, that I am baptized by the hand. I shall be washed clean of all my…
Oh, the weather outside is frightf… I made us some tea, it’s just you and me, what a fun time it will be. It’s too freezing cold to go out i…
My mama told me again, Jesus will come. and when our time is up, we will here the angels trumpets. My mama told me,
Her hair flowed in curly locks, and her lips were as red as roses. She was obedient to all the rules, and her homely doors never closed. She was as sweet as sugar,