my story is like a novel of pages, a line with every thought of wonder, my wish, i wish love was not entangled with hurt, pain, and grief,
i would hope that love would be like a smooth play of a harp, with every string playing a melody,
i wish the heart was enough, i would hope it gave way to the soul, and my want would be that an embrace would calm the tear of every wrong,
you see i would thing that laughter would be inspirational enough, and my hand would extend itself to the four corners of this world and life,
i see wealth not in material things, but in friendship, love and understanding, for it last longer and it's gift does not fade,
my eye's wish what the heart feel's and what we have failed to give, a taste of real time, an every lasting moment of for every in love, you see i see for every in belief,
