Cherish the sunset heavens so free.

The world can never envision without tears,

To think of many memories of so very long ago.

When times were happier your lady with you there.

Remember the way she used to hold your hand.

She thought of you every day the very idea never turning gray.

Her eyes a vast pool of auburn which you once so adored.

Then one day she came missing and closed the door.

Never again were you to see her engaging face.

Never again will you feel her long golden hair,

Never to heed her enchanting voice.

You slip yourself deeper and deeper away.

From a time that was so merry and gay,

You find yourself in a darkened tomb.

Set in a prison of a long mental doom.

To watch every sunset without her being there,

To love and to hold forever with no care.

Cherish the sunset Heavens so free.
They are your gates to remember your sweet lady.

Well I really seek the approval of my GF, parents. it is far easier in the long run to attempt to create a good relationship with them. Makes things easier and a lot less stressful on everyone. But then again I am still very traditional, I am planning on asking my GF's fathers permission to marry her. that is right fathers, I am gunna talk to both. lol

Thank u very much, it is suppose to sound lyrical, like a song. That is the concept of the bard :)

Life and the Shadow Lover



Life is like a wilting rose so deep with passion.

Standing abstract along a silver sky,

Anguishing some pain of the shortness of life.

The rose is like the shadow lover.

So deep the attraction yet so sharp the thorn.

The blood it draws is the blood it keeps.

Life is like the shadow lover.

Death and life stroll hand in hand.

Both long to be

Yet,
They destroy each other utterly.

Bard’s Tale of a Single Kiss



What tales can the old bard tell with golden harp and silver strings of a deed of a single kiss?

For how many stories can he flatter with that of a young lovesick fool who had his heart stolen with such a small device?

A kiss, a single kiss with that crimson rose ad dagger thorns, lush and warm, so dark and yet so abiding.

It is the symbol of a passion-torn soul, with heart well weighed like an old smith who has spent more hours with his ale then with son.

The bard could give so much credit to the kiss that caused a war, which drew a river from blood lust’s meager.

Then could he sing of how I long for that single kiss, like whine so sweet, yet so bitter when waking the following morn.

So much meaning packed to the brim in the smallest package, with the tightest seal.

Yet, how it lingers on your lips, floats there, defies time by which we all are bound.
While it beholds yet the power that you may alter your path you are on, based upon a lone embrace that changes who you are.

what movie would that be?

It Sunday and here we all are sitting at home. Where would u rather be? What would be your perfect night?

my fav band :) I wish Alisha was here, that for sure I would start a part

Part two should go up later today when I have time to dig it out

i got when, when I am around people who speak with an accent I pick it up. Cannot help it just do. My favorite has to be the southern one I adopt

I sing it while showering always LMAO

I just wanted to see her smile. not right for any girl to never have gotten flowers. It was nothing special just something that even should do. A little something for no reason just to say I love u and brighten your love one's day

since I joined the marines talking to ANYONE I got to parade rest. I cannot help it and it is actually really bothersome

I been going through the same thing since last June. Sometimes it is hard to face the fact that someone we love is gone. I never been to my mother grave. Almost afraid to go. But now the most amazing thing has happen. I got someone close that I love, and she and I making a trip to NY to see my mother. Sometimes these things are not easy to overcome without the help of others. I held the pain and anger and sadness for over a year now going on two. My mother had a long death, and it was hard because I cared for her the whole time. But thanks to my saving grace who broke through my walls and loves me enough to help me fight my demons I am going come out alright, and maybe even stronger. Hang in there, there IS light at the end of that tunnel.

God Bless, and Good Luck
Chris

Moonlight Lover Part 1



In the early light of Dawn,

When the mist still holds the ground.

I rise,

I rise to watch her walk beneath the trees deep emerald green.

So lonely she is with sorrow well weighed;

Heart is shameless yet lamenting some pain.

How I yearn to hold her,

To comfort her weary soul.

Yet she is unwilling to be consoled,

And I as I reach for her hands,

She passes back into the mist.

She fades away with the setting moon,
With sorrow still heavy in her chest.

Moonlight Lover Part 1



In the early light of Dawn,

When the mist still holds the ground.

I rise,

I rise to watch her walk beneath the trees deep emerald green.

So lonely she is with sorrow well weighed;

Heart is shameless yet lamenting some pain.

How I yearn to hold her,

To comfort her weary soul.

Yet she is unwilling to be consoled,

And I as I reach for her hands,

She passes back into the mist.

She fades away with the setting moon,
With sorrow still heavy in her chest.

that was very pretty

*ducks and covers*

well now, there is a don't ask don't tell policy