Maria Luisa Taylor
Biography of Maria Luisa Taylor
I am old, romantic woman. I love write memories of my life... I have a passion for the stars, for life. Passion for write...
Maria Luisa Taylor Poems
Music Can Tell A Story
I hear the music Music is love Music is life Music can tell a story
Kiss me, Kiss me and tell me everything, will soon be okay, Kiss me slowly
What Is Beauty?
There is so much beauty in life Beauty is a gift of God Beauty is in the heart wich touches, another
Dance Dance Dance
Dance in the moon light with, All the stars in sight Dance to the smiles Dance in the shadows my love
Life Is A Dance For You To Dance...
Life is every where Life Life is a challenge Life is a gift
Passion for the stars Passion for the ocean A moment of passion so easily shared, With no fear o regret.
Iam beautiful Not only because of the fullness of my lips Honesty is beautiful Talent is beautiful
Courage is doing what is right, Courage it takes to speak the, truth Courage it takes to be yourself
What hope means Hope is candle in the night Hope is the beam of light that shines in the darkness Hope is nothing if you don't believe
So Angry, So Sad
Anger is a form of fear Anger is a force that can never die Anger building up Anger is a virus
I Need To Believe
The truth cleans your mind Truth refreshes Truth is solid Truth is beauty, beauty is truth
A Smile Is A Thousand Words
How can one smile such sweet smiles, When life brings me nothing but tears, Smile is a sing of care I smile when I am sad
I See A Star Tonight
I see a star woundering whai is doing Twinkling all the night Star light... Star bright, The most beautiful star in the sky
Oh How I Love You!
My love I love you I can't see anyone like you my love You love is brightening my life I love the way you look at me,
Tired Of Living A Lie
I 'Am sick of all the crying
I 'am sick of not knowing
I'am sick of not showing
I' am sick, of people
I'm sick of pretending is
Tired of living a lie
sick of loving you
Tired of the tear I cry
Sick of anger
Sick of pain in my heart
Sick of having to do this