So I feel as though in a forest, feeling as though summer has much to talk about much to sing about..I walked through a forest, thick in colours and honey filled those, as red as roses, as brown as chestnuts and berries as ripe as the leaves of yellow and tangerine trees, the skies turn marmalade..I saw the fields and she grew withstand a magical spell...so fable as though a world now in fairyglen, I saw her raise a brow, now..I do say I felt summer's brow, raise upon me..was I ever so entranced? nay..so beautiful a day, I saw the sun rushed as quick as ever a sensation!I saw my summer queen ..the harlequin...sigh..she frollicks much like a little girl..a girl with golden locks, she weaves her magic spell..filling the air with mystic awe...and ethereality..as though an elven city before me..A fairy glen O there..a fairy glen..a green flowery tend!I knelt and see before me a wondrous world of mystic myth and beautiful fabled women...I would say so that it was pretty and tempting, I pluck'd a flower, a sunflower..I love sunflowers..and I smelled her breasts, sweet of fresh pollen honey.The summer bees they hummed by as the butterflies above the heavenly skies, Angels brought kites above the air and I see Ocelots,Hippos and Tiggers go about in the air...O what pleasure what flair..I praise...
another month come and gone..sigh....well..it's just work work work these days and today I just remembered it was my friend's birthday..she's a teacher ,a friend and a great woman who gave me much wisdom and she cared lots about me when I was in her piano classes..she was awesome.she can play piano real good..only I suck at pianos..lol..she taught me a lot and she was very patient and kind and kind...she usually spends her time asking " Have you practiced?" or when I was sad or angry she'd talk to me..see she drives me from my house and back and she'd do wonderful things with me like getting an ice cream or lunch..she always cared about me and she used to help me in a lot of things..she is amazing and every year on the 2nd of May i'd call and tell her how a great deal of blessing it is to have her as a teacher and a friend Happy Birthday My dear friend , the piano teacher I know and care.
love is bitter
love is wine
love gives birth and love divine
Yet love berids and like autumn whithers
Love is warm as summer dews
Love is sweet like cherry red peaches
Love is grace of God
Yet love is cold like winter's preach
From the skin from the bone from the heart
Love is sick and love is awesome yet I cannot explain why
Love is making me exclaim praises in the sky
and yet shed tears upon my sore sore eyes
Love is life
and love rebirths
But why did love rob me of my mirth?
Of my heart and lover's worth?
Ay come back my love...
Love regards
Yet Love 's a niggard
Love enriches and enlightens
But why am I on my knees asking for redemption....