I love to love her, in every beat,My heart is a trumpet, each archery a fleet;To love her is a bottomless glass in time,Every beat of my heart churn with her rhyme!
I love to love her, in every beat,My heart is a trumpet, each archery a fleet;To love her is a bottomless glass in time,Every beat of my heart churn with her rhyme!
How do I put pen to page,To tell a truth that cannot change…I look within my rest, and wrestle with the vine,And present, to you, with love my valentine!
~Orlando Rowe
When I seek a word, I often deflate,Such words won’t find their way.Yet a whisper is a song that waits,Can a listening ear, hear what whispers say?
What if I say ‘I Love you,Would you radiate that bounteous smile?If I say forgive me I’m true,Come with me; walk with me down the aisle….
I run from your pretense to somewhere I can’t go,Im filled with pretense the grief that I show.But when I go left I turn right, I can’t hide,And I finally find, you and I collide.
To an angel who lives among men, who smiles to sweet the air,If I could shine just like the sun, I would melt away your fear?If wishes come true, if access be granted, then I want you to be mine,Till the moon turns silver, and the sky is faded, wont you be my valentine.
To an angel who lives among men, who smiles to sweet the air,If I could shine just like the sun, I would melt away your fear?If wishes come true, if access be granted, then I want you to be mine,Till the moon turns silver, and the sky is faded, wont you be my valentine.
I love me, the originality of my inner part,I love the flare and flavor that complete my heart.Time has been a blessing, to make me into a wonderful soul,To shape me with such beauty, into a perfect whole