Light my heart,
With firers of words;
Give me a glow,
Of your poetic thirst.
Never too late,
Is a moment of wish;
All is in fate,
Dreaming and of this.
Light my mind,
With sentences skill;
Nothing's left to find,
If exciting with a thrill.
Give all of you,
In every hour of life;
The same I'll do,
Or at least strife.
Never too late,
Song's just starting;
Both love and hate,
Constantly departing.
(The songs are available at my site at SibeliusMusic)
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