We pick and choice more than lovers, we pick life experince, which we treat like love

reached for her and found you instead

soft like the spring day you graced my bed

love is made of nature’s call but smiles came

you are the winner of a dying broken heart

but ice is the vein of a mistake maker

once is enough to take the world by storm



Lost you in the wonder of my fool born pride

child that I am lost in the sands of your memory

taking me to the wilder side of a life in demand

perfection was not the intent yet perfection is found

shadow to shadow image to picture falling into place

reaching for you in the night finding beauty in your face



Lies fill the lonely bed where she lay her head

so long now I just lost myself in the yesterday

time heals all my pain what was your name

so nice of you to fill in for the empty heart

lips so perfect in velvet touch upon mine

linger somewhere between here and now



Candle left burning in the window of my heart

why can’t I let this go so many years have past

second best is a salvation of a life spent searching

tapestry of woven dreams shows a healing crack

soothing fingers ease the bite of hurt that lives

pride burns bright in the steeple of the temple



She walks with the coffin and prays for my soul

understands that she only owed part of the man

four more guide her step to the soft green place

last is a stranger whose single rose and kiss completes

window never really fully closed or opened

desire is but a word with potential to be more