The sun escorts the moon to the night.
The sun sleeps, the wind howls.
My sweetheart smiles.
He remembered when he had it all.
When his head wasn't so bald.
He remembered how she use to run her hands through his hair.
But now there is nothing there.
If wolves could sing.
They would do their thing.
They would sing about chasing deer.
And never having any fear.
If a genie could grant me a wish.
I would love to feel again the heavenly bliss.
From the taste of your peppermint kiss.
A great beauty has passed from this life.
Of good times and sometimes toil and strife.
Some will say that she went to a better place.
Look at the blue sky or a white cloud, you will still see her face.
When he was young, he use to look forward to a basketful of thrills.
Now he only looks forward to a basketful of pills.
He takes a pill for this and a pill for that.
Sometimes he feels like a lab rat.
He had searched for his true love high and low.
He might forever be alone, this he did not know.
But it must have been fate.
Him asking her out on a date.
On Poem Hunter there is a poet named Rini.
Whose poems are becoming known to many.
She writes with such style and creativity.
Put on Poem Hunter for all the world to see.
Our love is written in the stars.
Illuminating the universe from Mercury to Mars.
Our love is floating in the sky.
Dancing above the clouds so high.
Some people must have thought that they were going insane.
Because Perry and his girlfriend were walking arm in arm in a heavy rain.
Perry's umbrella said to them why haven't you opened me up yet.
Then you two lovebirds wouldn't have to be all wet.