Inspiration The praise of insight is mysteries that
Physical misery torments me impaired for life my body is weak my lips tremble
none cares to listen as the rose peddle falls none sees
She stares at the reflection from the bottom of the glass and sees
Torn from the womb prematurely there were no baby cries
The times we’ve swayed as one I’ve cherished every moment
love that once held me has faded into obscurity
darkness holds the wraith that waits for me where
I hear whispers from my soul the lament of love
the magic of a womans kiss will make any man surrender
yearning with anticipation as my heart holds the
You **** The evening light traces the silhouette
Kiss me as your lips burn with whispers to my heart
Never My Love With her dying breath she whispered my tomorrow
Soul Deep *** together we sail in the sea