As the VeLvEt HoRiZoN comes up to the coast,
I sit and think about Love the most.
Why do some seem so Happy and gay,
while others are still searching to find the way?
But, love Must come to those who wait,
its a long rough journey down the road of fate.
Now I'm old, wrinkled and gray,
barely holding on to each and every day,
and I see that LOVE has passed me by,
as I gaze into the starlite sky.
But, where did it go? Life is gone so quickly,
I once was carefree, but I'm sickly.
Just hold on, and don't let go.
For LOVE is precious, this I know.
--JessiKa Noél |