What Amber (a bus-stop love story)
What amber haired beauty stokes the fire of my heart each morning?
Whose eyes stir the glowing embers of desire?
I stand before her agape,
Unable to speak
Unable to tell her
How my heart races whenever our eyes pass near
As I summon the courage to perhaps bend her ear
Alas, the bus is here... Again.
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What amber haired beauty stokes the fire of my heart each morning?
Whose eyes stir the glowing embers of desire?
I stand before her agape,
Unable to speak
Unable to tell her
How my heart races whenever our eyes pass near
As I summon the courage to perhaps bend her ear
Alas, the bus is here... Again.
Written by...
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The prophet said I should move on
That my time in this place is done
My destiny lay elsewhere.
I said, "I welcome change but,
There's too much history in my way
And my roots are dug in deep."
But just as the past refuses to
Let me go, to let me advance
Toward my future, a force is
Pulling me, drawing me
Toward what...
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That my time in this place is done
My destiny lay elsewhere.
I said, "I welcome change but,
There's too much history in my way
And my roots are dug in deep."
But just as the past refuses to
Let me go, to let me advance
Toward my future, a force is
Pulling me, drawing me
Toward what...
Read More
And God created... Fractal! Wahoo!!
And Man got on his hands and knees and bowed proclaiming "We're not worthy!". Then he got up, looked up to the sky and said "Good job, eh?!". Yes Man was Canadian (and still is actually).
Hi, I'm ThirdEyeView. I'm new here.
And Man got on his hands and knees and bowed proclaiming "We're not worthy!". Then he got up, looked up to the sky and said "Good job, eh?!". Yes Man was Canadian (and still is actually).
Hi, I'm ThirdEyeView. I'm new here.
Woa, you like Diana Krall too?
[Edited on Mar 15, 2005 11:29PM]