They all say,
You are a playboy,
That you can never love me,
But I think otherwise,
Because I love you,
Because I believe in you,
Because I want to stay,
Because I can never walk away,
I can never leave you behind,
Because you are my world,
You are my life,
You are the only star in my life,
No matter what they say,
No matter the day,
I will stick by you,
I will forever be loving you,
Even if am condemned,
Even when humiliated,
I don’t care as long as I am with you,
I will stick by you,
I will be on your side,
Till the end,
it a feeling
that had me reeling
in my soul
only the lords knows
what it all about
without doudt
am just plain
i love sing
am a star
i just love the guitar
that all i can say
i was
BORN TO SING AND PLAY
As I wonder
Within the moon-lit night
I see in the distance..
A Radiant light
tis My man.. of Christ
coming towards me
singing in sweeet harmony
Beautiful music of melodies
to my heart..
Treasures in the Moon-light
As he takes me by my hand
brings me close unto him
As he is in his blues..
I am in my sparkling dress
Magical moments unfolds
Dancing.. in Sweeetness
As we be.. beholding
within each others arms
Romantic Twilight..
Enchanting charms
~True Love~
Tis Taste of heaven
Forever beholds
again and again
~True Love~
For Each other
Never gets old
Never runs cold
Always within Our hearts
Love shall Never part
beholding Desires
Hearts always on Fire..
For only each other
Unconditional Love
Together -- Forever
Tenderly Sharing
Our Love for Life-time
~~I Love You~~
God's Blessing of.. My Darling.. You..
My Honeycomb-Treasure
you can do this
you can't miss
love the you move your
feet
the music underneat
watching you is a treat
what you do
i tell you too
i love your moves
you got the
GROVE
you can do this
you can't miss
love the you move your
feet
the music underneat
watching you is a treat
what you do
i tell you too
i love your moves
you got the
GROVE
..IT'S BEEN SAID LOVE IS BLIND..
HER LOOKING GLASS SEES JUST FINE..
IN THE MIRROR OF REFLECTION..
MAGNIFIED IMPERFECTION..
NO OPTICAL ILLUSION..
BRINGS HER TO THE CONCLUSION..
THAT YOU ARE PERFECTLY FLAWED..
YOU SEE, SHE CAN SEE THE ISSUE..
DEEP DOWN IN THE TISSUE, FROM WHICH EMERGES THE DEFLECTION OF LOVE..
THAT POSSIBLE YOU NEED IT..
BUT YOUR MIND IT CAN'T CONCIEVE IT..
BUT IT'S ON MINE..
THERE'S A WAY SHE CAN GET IN..
BUT NEITHER OF YOU WILL PRETEND..
YOU WILL UNDERSTAND THE VALUE OF HER, FRIEND..
NOT A SECOND TO REST ON HER HEART..
ONLY A MOMENT FOR EMBRACING OR MELODIC STEPS WHILE FACING..
THOSE THAT CAUSE THE PACING PLAY THE BIGGEST PART..
I WON'T BLAME YOU IT SEEMS..
THAT THING YOU FEAR IN YOUR POCKET THAT'S GREEN..
IS THE ROOT OF MANY THINGS..
ONE BY WHICH YOU ARE DRIVEN..
KNOW THAT ONE DAY YOU WILL BE LIVING..
FOR THE LOVE OF HER..
This deafening atrophy, sameness quest
though summiting by sound, I so ingest
my frailness, owning not His field of blest!
This dropping back, or down, would this suggest
I tender the renown, and not regress
that in my heart, a frown is even test!
How do I speak to thee, in guilt's suggest
for it be all around, moral's incest ~
and to lose Holy ground, would seem as lest!
I love thee so ~ ne'er knowing, only guess
that thee are still unbound, and my love guest,
nor own the fate's impound . . . . . . . eternal rest!
Six string instrument
It makes mystical melodies as you strum
I love to hear as you pick and strum
Six string instrument
Listen to me pick and strum
It makes that melody that I love to hear
Six string instrument
The first time ever I saw your face,
I didn’t think twice,
I wanted to love you more
But in all the confusion,
I had to be on the next plane out
In just a few hours
I realized that there is
No living without, loving you
I was falling into you,
And with that knowledge
Came the fact that
love doesn’t ask why,
so here I am with just one thing
in mind that I love you
and I want to make you happy
and if walls could talk
they would say, that this is
my top 10 songs of Celine Dion…
Music is everything. My life, my world. It all starts with one thing... A microphone, so we can be heard. Just
follow the sound. My love for Music is more than a thing. When I hear it... It gives me an urge to dance. It
makes me move, Like a swift angel. I love the beat. I want it to keep going but then...
There’s a hole in his head -
acid flowing from it -
mouth hangs wide open -
eyes glazed milk -
I forget it’s dead -
I have to remember it can’t breath again.
Why won’t this work? -
Soaring the edge -
I just want you to stay forever love slave -
Stay love slave.
No pillow for his head -
Lips purple blue dry -
skin so cold -
I forget it’s dead -
I have to dismember -
it can’t breath again.
Why won’t this work? -
Soaring the edge -
I just want you to stay forever love slave…
Stay love slave.
Why won’t this work? -
Soaring the edge - Soaring the edge - Soaring the edge - Soaring the edge.
**The lyrics are a kind of documentary from the first person perspective of the serial
killer, and cannibal Jeffrey Dahmer …a guy who tried to make love zombie companions out of
young men, by drilling holes in their heads and pouring various household chemicals in. He
kept finding himself disillusioned when they’d die instead of loving
him. It’s not meant to glorify, but to ponder just how far over the
edge it's possible to go… and he makes a rather decent example of
this.**
Dancing
Dance, dance,
your heart is dancing,
your hair is dancing,
your eyes are dancing,
and I,
I hold you in my arms,
my dancer,
with you scent of honey and lemon.
The music is ours,
dance, dance,
the rhythm is carrying us
with its arms
of love and tango.
Cheers to Carlos Gardel
and his sonorous songs.
With the bandeon of passion and dreams.
Signals of joy,
signals of vivid music
in the nights of tango.
Teach us to fly,
like birds without destination,
flying at unrestrained beat,
in the whirl of the night.
We love the music,
stars of the heart,
tango of dreams,
nightly desire,
and between lovers,
wellknown songs.
Nights of tango,
nights of hearts,
give our love the wings,
soft wings of joy.
The tango is ours,
dance my heart, dance.
Let the nights shudder,
dancing,
singing
and let us enjoy the madness of tango.
Oh cheaters near and far,
stop being what you are!
Our love should not be tested
because it’s well invested.
You expect us to believe,
but your actions do deceive.
Your mistakes are justified
hoping we’ll be pacified
Now mix it with some science,
resisting our defiance.
We measure with precision
while pending our decision.
Our love you like to squander
departing we do ponder.
Oh cheaters near and far,
stop being what you are...
I love to play my guitar with the gift that God has given
And sing those gospel songs I've wrote
To Him with lots of rhythm
I love to sing about God's Son
And all he's done for me, shout it from the rooftops
Jesus set me free
I love to sing with lots of joy and with passion too
Sing about the love He has, the love for me and you
Before I was a christian I couldn't play a thing
But since He came into my life I just want to sing.
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