This sky where we live is no place to lose your wings so love, love, love.
The heart is a thousand stringed instrument that can only be tuned with love.
On the neck of a young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise.
All these words are just a front. What I would really like to do is chain you to my body, then sing for days & days & days.
For a day, just for one day, talk about that which disturbs no one and bring some peace into those beautiful eyes.
Start seeing everything as God, But keep it a secret