I hold you close and lay your head upon my chest
I kiss your soft and pale cheek and whisper
“shhh little Dove, rest”
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Demanded by Some
Cherished as a treasured gift
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Two hearts bound by a single ring
Two souls grow as one
About this, the angels shall sing
And in this way love has truly begun
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As the sun is shinning on my empty home
I pour a shot of whiskey
To help kill the misery
of you leaving me here all alone
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School bells are ringing
Hurried feet, birds make escape
Childhood memories
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Can’t you see all that I have done for you?
The countless tears I have cried.
I have given all I have
There is nothing left inside
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Streams of black winding there way from here to there
cutting through a field of white
trees struggling with all their might against the soft white invader
as people stop and stare
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From the valley of Venus
to the mountains of Aphrodite
To my lovers embrace I travel this day,
From my lovers embrace I shall not stray
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My father taught me a lot about life. Practical things like how to sharpen a knife and how to hammer a nail. Things of character like how to win and even how to fail. He taught with his words and his deeds with these tools he planted the seeds. Even to this day I often think about all that he had to say. Whether it was about driving or how you behave as a human being there was always a much deeper meaning.
“A Poor Craftsmen blames his tools” The first time I heard this little jewel I had been a little project together that didn’t come out quite the way I had planned. When I started to complain to my dad that I could have done better had I had better tools all he had to say to me was “A poor craftsmen blames his tools”. Not an admonition about tools but to tell me to never accept less then your best. A lesson that applies to so many things in live be it building or taking a test.
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