She
wandered
by the sea
She walked alone
For now it was known
The wedding was postponed
His hard heart was made of stone
The breeze it chilled her to the bone
Though wiser and smarter she had grown
She wandered by the sea she walked alone
I
love you
more each day
soon we will wed
sharing marriage vows
next comes a bridal bed
forever there we will rest
In our beautiful little nest
a wee baby sleeping on my breast
I love you more each day soon we will wed
You
Led me
Within the
Forest of trees
And said if you please
I will make it quite clear
Take my hand wed me my dear
Go down the aisle give me a smile
You will become my wife all my life
You led me within the forest of trees
From
way off
we heard a
great marching band
And when it passed by
we then all rose to stand
It was simply fine and grand
Tubas we observed more than two
Woodwinds and cymbals all of them new
From way off we heard a great marching band
I
Love your
Tender touch
It soothes so much
Relief from my pain
Better than sugar cane
Gentle sweet and sensitive
With you I ever want to live
A cure-all to me you always give
I love your tender touch it soothes so much
Day
by day
I await
your decision.
What is it you dread?
Don’t you want to be wed?
But it comes as no surprise
for now I am used to your lies.
As I grow older I grow bolder!
“Day by day I await your decision!
“I have just one day, today, and I’m going to be happy in it.” Groucho Marx
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I
saw stars
shine brightly
and made a wish
Fate was kind to me
My secret wish came true
Makes no difference who you are
She fulfills your secret longing
Anything you desire will come true
“I saw stars shine brightly and made a wish.”
When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you
If your heart is in your dream
No request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star
As dreamers do
Fate is kind
She brings to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of
Their secret longing
Like a bolt out of the blue
Suddenly it comes in view
When you wish upon a star
Your dreams come true
October 29 – Night Skies/Stargazing
“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.” Vincent Van Gogh
Oh
bury
me not on
the lone prairie
I’m a city gal
And I’ll never go there
I wear ribbons in my hair
My clothes are made out of fine lace
And the prairie won’t be my resting place
“Oh bury me not on the lone prairie”
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