Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
Lost pages of love torn and tattered empty lines I’ve read
In Dreams *** Let me sleep a little longer
Darkness reflects the pale light truth conveys a book of lies so willingly
The departed gather at the judgment gates chanting we are the true believers
I only want you underneath the Christmas tree completely unwrapped
The falling ambers of love still smolder with hope that time
Feeling of touch are complete with pillow talk and kisses sweet sighs
Your selfishness love’s it’s compassion in your bizarre world of conceit
Forgiveness is never forgiven in the gallows of revenge pulling the lever
at the end of the rainbow make-believe is real and dreams
Hold on to our passion the end is not the end I see your beauty
Smoldering Love **** Love’s ashes char the heart
How can I keep loving when the wounds still bleeds sharing
The weeping souls of eternity can be heard bellowing