Decided to recycle my past
found it never served me well
could be a better use for things that don’t last
and I wasn’t ready to sell; well
the past turned into something new
twas brightly colored, but minus the blues
better, present, a lot smarter, too
you know, I figure, I can stand to learn a thing or two
Little by little
we grow, like flowers in spring
blossoming upward
delighting the eyes of those
who pause, to view the beauty
Well, well, All’s not well
I think If That did beat All
for the way he looked
Now he’s not right with the world
even if it is a stage
It’s the sparkle, the shine
as your eyes join mine
the look of radiant light
shouting your pure delight
from a kiss long and deep
I feel my very soul leap
When your hand touches mine
I float into a world divine
and as I let myself go
love’s river swiftly flows
Those tangled red strings
bind deep cuts; numbing the sting
to cover all dings
so, when love floats ever near
cracks just seem to disappear
freely, I did; all that I had to give
so that you would know me
my little dove
and of a mother’s love
But, how could I know
that you would take that love
my little dove
then fly away, where the going
and the way, would only say
how I gave all my love
my little dove
to a little dove
who could never
share a little love
with me; and I
just want
your love
What if you can’t lift
the weight of a heavy heart?
Should you work out more
or just come to realize
that the heart can’t be muscled?
Heartspell 
