A pretty glowing flower,
Just like her pretty glowing soul
For past what i remember,
My flower shone through it all,
She illuminated light
She gave me peace of mind,
But over time i started to forget,
That my flower wasn't really mine,
For others saw her beauty,
And flocked around to see,
And i was pushed towards the dark,
They took my flower from me,
But now i have learnt,
To love my flower with others,
Although i swear,
No one else could see her as i,
For i love her for more than her beauty,
I love her for her smile,
I hate to see sadness,
Fill her precious, precious eyes,
I hate to see her hurt,
I love to see her shine,
I love when she encompasses me,
I love when she's all around,
But now i know that she must leave,
Without her i'd rather drown,
You were my flower,
A beautiful flower of mine,
I love you with everything in me,
I hope our ruin wont be time.

My heart although torn,
Although shattered and worn,
Will forever hold a peace,
Of which no one can see,
I want my love to radiate,
To reach the clouds,
To alter fate,
I want my love,
To not only be mine,
I want to share,
What is inside,
I want my heart,
To be open and seen,
To beat on steadily,
Loving as I dream,
And although many have tried to silence,
This beating heart of mine,
I shall never let it go quiet,
I shall not be,
Of those whose hearts have died.

WHEN HER MOONLIGHT,
SHONE FROM WITHIN,
AND MY HEART WENT,
GONE WITH THE WIND,
OH MY HEART SHE DOES DELIGHT,
MINE ALL MINE,
AND WHEN THE DEW DROPS,
FLOWED ON MY SKIN,
NOT A SINGLE THOUGHT,
ERUPTED IN MY MIND,
MINE ALL MINE,
AND NOW STARE,
INTO HER EYES,
AND AT HER LIPS,
THAT ONCE TOLD ME SHES MINE,
AND HAVE NO DOUBT,
AND NO FEAR,
THAT IT WAS MORE THAN LOVE,
THAT BROUGHT ME TO HER HERE.

She's pretty pretty
Don't you think so?
But of course,
Who else could realise,
Who else could notice her glow,
So while all of humanity lays dozing,
And while the birds lay silenced by the breeze,
Observe dear observer,
Seek that which you Seek,
Tilt your head up to the midnight canvas,
And speak to me,
I lay still and shining,
Beaming lights of moon,
Glowing and spinning and laughing,
As the stars whisper to me,
Writing and scribing,
Putting meaningless thoughts into words,
Look quick before the sun comes out,
For I shall have to bid farewell to thee.