purple rain
that
we are
young lovers
near or far
our
names are written
in
the stars
and
painted red blue and green

I love the way the night conceals
My lonely silent heart
I love the way you touch me
In the coldest moments of the night
I love the way you kiss me
When I’m longing for her love
And
I know
You love the way I hold you
As the sun blinds your tear filled eyes.

I will always remember
The night
When I reached out to
Kiss You
And
With that kiss
I
   made
              you
                      mine....

He just loved her outfit,
while she loved his heart

Are you a Viet-Nam veteran, old man?
     Yes, but I don’t own a motorcycle
And do you really love America?
     Yes, but I don’t own a motorcycle
And are you saved?
     Beats the H** outta me

I’ve never really liked pink
But how could I ever ignore
The stunning image
Of millions upon millions of
Baby-pink petals
Drifting through the air
And settling on the ground
To form a luscious blanket
Of blush-pink beauty