Monday morning what a thrill Just to wake up to this chill, Alarm sounding it wonít stop Like the winter comes to knock, Put your sweater and your jacket Off to work speed like a rocket, In this cold with wind and rain Risk of freezing off your brain, In the office fill that mug Keep on dreaming of bed snug, Eyes wide shut and half awake Onto work with a smile fake, Pour some coffee for the daze Hope this week will be amaze, Wait a bit and let time pass For next weekend raise a glass.
You were to be a flower in the middle of a lea a hive of bees be flying all around and free, Attracted to the nectar sitting on the stems All yellow and happy glowing just like gems, spreading pollen everywhere while flying in mid-air, the meadow will get richer will be more filled with flare, the flowers to your likeness will fill the fields with tones, they will take out the darkness and fill our hearts with awes.
I need a pinch to check my dreaming Cause your face seems to be gleaming, From the dream I need to drop Onto reality need to swap, Iíll wake up if I get pinched from the bed fly like a finch, To look at you while wide awake You still look sweet as carrot cake, doesnít matter sleep or not youíre still gleaming looking hot.
In my thoughts I form a verse showing that beauty is scarce, I searched high and even low I swear I never had such a blow, Iíve been stricken from the deep All the night kept loosing sleep, In my head thereís just one thing Is this flower bloom in spring, spreading pollen attracting bees to produce the best of trees, spread the beauty for this world here and there everywhere hurled, flower carpets will surround where your beauty is abound.
I open a blank paper to write you something new Where from many ideas I will select a few, Depending on the muse I will start to write sentence after sentence a thread will then ignite, it comes extremely simple building up a rhyme with the muse you give me Iíll do it anytime, always be proposing something that is fresh so you can find it funny not throw it in the thrash, about these new arguments Iím sure not to run out because your sweet nature has put me on a cloud.
so many volumes reading books differ all in style and looks, from the back page to the front some are huge while some are blunt, the information I look for one that will fill my every pore, is about beauty and lust that will make my head combust, a bit of splendour a bit of style with such vitality as the Nile, to sum all this I hope to find all these features intertwined, if I had to draw my need out your picture I will breed.
The best food to feed my brain And make it go just like a train, Is the thoughts I get from muse And your face to add the clues, So to rhyme bright and shine A small verse will be my chime, I get blown up like a fuse When i write for your amuse, Hope to make you smile in style And start your day thatís worth the while.
Itís in the news so much amuse A one that takes you off your shoes, A bright jewel white as pearl Are the looks of this sweet girl, a face of grace with glimmer eyes enough to lighten up the skies, wish I could be by her stead so I could see the way ahead, bright my day and show the light my sweet sugar Aphrodite.
Its cooling down the oven rays And its heat is less ablaze, Rain came down to wash the dust For the autumn weíll adjust, Greyish sky and falling leaves From the trees fleeing like thieves, Dark and black the clouds will get Galling winds will add abet, Despite all the winds and storms And how the climate yet performs, In my mind its always fair A utopian atmosphere, Just because my only thought Just One picture can exhort, Of a smiling shiny face Which all storms will sure erase, In your mirror to be found ...
after sunshine weíll get rain In small bubbles like champagne, Coming down bit by bit Fill the holes and every bit, Feel the freshness in the air A bit crispy with some flare, But for the weather I donít care Even if it goes austere, Iíll just go to stay inside With one image on my mind, An image clean suave and sweet That makes jump right off my feet, And forget weather and world All my thoughts to you are hurled.
its now time to have some cloud put the sun behind a shroud, the air may cool in time a bit and reduce the sweat emit, thereís no need to go and fly if I want to reach the sky, just one look at your define sends me up to that cloud nine, Iíd be happy up above Feel as peaceful as a dove, And forever into bliss If I get just one a kiss.
If I was a pirate Iíd go Searching for my fate, get around the seven seas finding treasure to appease, I use my ship I dive and swim Until my vault fills to the brim, But gold and silver donít have worth Even if you have filled all the earth, The real treasure lies inside At times hidden without pride, On finding this Iíd be fulfilled Satisfied relaxed and chilled.