The Journey
The Journey
I love you more than a warm spring nite
when the moon shines so bright I can see
the steel blue gray of your eyes as clearly
as if it were mid day.
Even the flower in all its awe inspiring beauty
strong as a mountain fragile as a new born child
Even the flower can’t compare to the beauty and love
I’ve seen in your eyes
Of all of the thing’s that I know the
least understood and saddest thing by far
is to love so completely that you fail to see
that you’re in love alone
As he wrote a tear fell from his eyes
and sat upon the paper
before it soaked through to eternity
he saw his image in it and it made him sad
I love you more than a warm spring nite
when the moon shines so bright I can see
the steel blue gray of your eyes as clearly
as if it were mid day.
Even the flower in all its awe inspiring beauty
strong as a mountain fragile as a new born child
Even the flower can’t compare to the beauty and love
I’ve seen in your eyes
Of all of the thing’s that I know the
least understood and saddest thing by far
is to love so completely that you fail to see
that you’re in love alone
As he wrote a tear fell from his eyes
and sat upon the paper
before it soaked through to eternity
he saw his image in it and it made him sad
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