Through all eternity to thee;

A joyful song I'll raise,

For oh! Eternity is too short;

To utter all thy praise.

Grow old along with me

the best is yet to be.

Your words are my food, your breath is my wine

You are everything to me

An Old Mans Dream

Your lips speak soft sweetness

Your touch a cool caress

I am lost in your magic

My heart beats within your chest

I think of you each morning

And dream of you each night

I think of your arms being around me

And cannot express my delight

Never have I fallen

But I am quickly on my way

You hold a heart in your hands

That has never before been given away

I wrote your name in the sky,

but the wind blew it away.

I wrote your name in the sand,

but the waves washed it away.

I wrote your name in my heart,

and forever it will stay.

I think of you as a true and steadfast

friend throughout eternity last.

What Is It That I Love?

If asked why I love her I would say

It�s the sway in her hips,

the thickness in her thighs.

The sweet nector in the flower between her legs

It�s the lust in her lips,

the love in her eyes.

It�s the softness of her skin,

the silk in her hair

It�s the twist in her walk;

it�s the sweetness in her talk.

It�s the way she loves me

that makes me love her each day.

That is what I would say.

All the love that history knows,

is said to be in every rose.

Yet all that could be found in two,

is less than what I feel for you.

A White Rose; the color of her skin,

The red rose whispers of passion, as the flower between her legs open wide and flows with that wonderful nectar of love.

Made to be eaten by a man as he prepares to plunge deep into her love nest with his maleness.

To feel that wonderful warmth as it slides into the path where it belongs;

And the white rose breathes of love;

and passion as she breathes out her pleasure as he strokes her in his hardness and love,

O, the red rose is a falcon, and he is lost in the passion of the moment.

And the white rose is a dove. As her wonderful cream flows mixed with his to make its way between lips made to be kissed.

But I send you a cream‑white rosebud because I cannot give you that wonderful blush on your cheeks as the final quivers of your wonderful orgasm racks your body; that I long to feel. But alas can never be.

With a flush on its petal tips;

For the love that is purest and sweetest

Has a kiss of desire on the lips.

Some say love, it is a river

that drowns the tender reed.

Some say love, it is a razor

that leaves your soul to bleed.

Some say love, it is a hunger,

an endless aching need.

I say love, it is a flower,

and yah its only seed.��

It's the heart afraid of breaking

that never learns to dance.

It's the dream afraid of waking

that never takes the chance.

It's the one who won't be taken,

who cannot seem to give, and the soul afraid of dyin' that never learns to live.

�When the night has been too lonely

and the road has been to long, and you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong, just remember in the winter

far beneath the bitter snows lies the seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose

�� A friend is someone we turn to

�� when our spirits need a lift,

�� A friend is someone we treasure

�� for our friendship is a gift.

�� A friend is someone who fills our lives

�� with beauty, joy, and grace

�� And makes the whole world we live in

�� a better and happier place.

�� I am a rose, you are my thorns,

�� clutching to me, protecting me.

� ��I am the sun, you are my rays,

�� helping me to shine and to be all that I can.

�� I am a lake, you are my water,

�� filling me with ideas, dreams, and hopes for the future.

�� I am a tree, you are my leaves,

�� sharing who and what I am

�� and becoming an important part of my life.

�� I am a heart, you are my beat,

�� beating rhythmically to my happiness,

�� my fear, my sadness, my excitement.

�� I am me and you are with me,

�� to share all that I am,

�� to share life, love, and happiness.

�� Have you ever felt like you knew someone a long, long time ago?

�� Another place, another time, a friendship of the souls?

�� Two people who share a bond for reasons neither know,

�� A feeling that they were friends, a long, long time ago?

�� Did they stumble onto each other by pure circumstance,

�� Or was it fate and destiny that played a certain hand?

�� Two souls intertwined, they are worlds apart,

�� But the soul, it knows no difference, in matters of the heart.

�� Somehow they are drawn together, fate has brought them back,

�� Each living worlds apart, they journey separate paths.

�� When this life is over, and a new life begins,

�� Their souls will find each other, two souls that we call friends.

Standing by, All the way.

Here to help you through your day.

Holding you up, When you are weak,

Helping you find what it is you seek.

Catching your tears, When you cry.

Pulling you through when the tide is high.

Absorbing your voice When you talk.

Standing by when you learn to walk.

Just being there, Through thick and thin,

All just to say, you are my grand daughter and I love you.

�� Friendship is like the breeze,

�� You can't hold it,

� ��Smell it,

�� Taste it,

�� Or know when it's coming,

�� But you can always feel it,

�� And you'll always know it's there,

�� It may come and then go,

�� But you can know it'll always be back.

�� Friends will come and friends will go,

�� The seasons change and it will show,

�� I will age and so will you,

�� But our friendship stays, strong and true

I'd like to be the sort of friend that you would have me be;

I'd like to be the help that you've been always glad to be;

�� I'd like to mean as much to you

�� each minute of the day

�� As you have meant, old friend of mine,

�� to me along the way.

�� I'd like to do the big things and

�� the splendid things for you,

�� To brush the gray from out your skies

�� and leave them only blue;

�� I'd like to say the kindly things that

�� I so oft have heard,

�� And feel that I could rouse your soul

�� the way that mine you've stirred.

�� I'd like to give you back the joy

�� that you have given me,

�� Yet that were wishing you a need

�� I hope will never be;

�� I'd like to make you feel as rich as I,

�� who travel on

�� Undaunted in the darkest hours with you to

�� lean upon.

�� I'm wishing at this time that I

�� could but repay

�� A portion of the gladness that

�� you've strewn along my way;

�� And could I have one wish this year,

�� this only would it be:

�� I'd like to be the sort of friend

�� that you have been to me.

There's nothing as nice as someone who shares, your laughter, your secrets, your wishes and cares, someone who's there through your good times and tears, who stays by your side as your friend through the years.

I had a dream about you last night;

A very wonderful and fulfilling dream;

I dreamed that I kissed those full lips,

of yours, and they open to me and our

tongues met and caressed each other

in secret thoughts of love.

I kissed your cheeks and throat, and then left a trail of kisses down to those

wonderful breasts of yours. And with my tongue caressed the nipples until they were hard with desire.

I kissed you down your stomach leaving a wet trail of kisses down to your belly

button. Which I stopped to explore with my tongue, its depth and caressed it as a small ripe grape.

I kissed you down to your beautiful mound, and planted kisses on it. Then as your legs were opened to me, I kissed your inner thighs. First one and then the other down to that beautiful flower between those shapely legs.

I kissed those full ripe lips and tasted the sweet nectar that was now flowing out to my waiting tongue. I tasted as much of that well of sweet nectar as I could; and watched you as your body twitched and writhered in pleasure.

I kissed you until you arched up and moaned and screeched in pleasure as you had one organism afer another. Then you reached out to me and pulled me to you and I probed as much of that love tunnel as I could with my maleness which I thought was going to burst with desire.

What a wonderful pleasure it was as I slipped into your waiting heat, stroke after stroke, trying to get deeper with each thrust; so as to give you as much pleasure as possible and felt it as your love tunnel surrounded me and pulled me ever deeper.

Thrust after thrust it seemed that it was hotter still. Until I could no longer stand it and burst forth with all the love I could give. It seemed to flow forever, as we both reached the peak together.

You gave me a kiss that I will never forget in your throes of passion. Your legs were like vices holding my body next to yours. As I dumped my last load of love juice deep into your body.

What a wonderful dream; if only it could be.

Memories of grandmother's flower garden

Are made up of lilies fair,

In neat rows beside the marigolds

And the sunflowers she planted there

Her roses were always so beautiful

Bouquets graced her table each day

I can still see fresh dew on their petals,

Glistening in the sunshine's soft rays

The fragrance that came from her flowers

Was truly a gift from God

She love the feel of the warm earth

In that seemingly sacred sod

God surely blessed my grandmother

For she tended her garden with care

Every day she would work her magic

On her beautiful flowers planted there.

But none so precious as you my love

Unseen, unheard, in wintry sleep

The seeding waits its fate to meet,

When morning sun and April rain

Awaken growth and once again

With silent dignity and grace

Each leaf and bud reveals its face,

As stems spring forth from greening sod

Embracing life, nurtured by God

As He graces you with beauty each morning��

There are so many things to love

Within this world so grand

From gentle earth to skies above

Each lovely spot of land

A friend who wears a happy smile

And lends a fond hello

The million moments that are worthwhile

And Israelites neighbors dear to know

So many things to call our own

Each precious summertime day

The quiet moments spent alone

To our great and wonderful Yahweh

We are as a little child at prayer

There are so many things to love

Within this world so grand

From gentle earth to skies above

Each lovely spot of land,

A friend who wears a happy smile

And lends a fond hello,

The million moments quite worthwhile

And neighbors dear to know

So many things to call our own

Each precious springtime day,

The quiet moments spent alone

Thinking about you each day.

The chance to hold a baby near

To sing a lullaby

A happy heart that�s free from fear

A hilltop reaching high

A whispered prayer, a courage true

The dreams we dare to dream

A summer day �neath skies of blue

A gentle flowing stream

The many colors of spring

The Autumn colors of red and gold

A faith in God above

The springtime warmth, the Winter cold

So many things to love

Especially one so sweet as you

Life is a very fragile thing;

It passes by so fast,

We need to live each day with faith

And make each moment last.

Life is a very fragile thing;

A blessing and a care

So let us treasure it with love

And cherish it with prayer.

Life is a very fragile think;

God holds it in His hand,

And when the time for us has come

He�ll help us understand!

So know that my love for you is pure

And will last for all eternity

Like a spring that bubbles forth

So will it daily renew its strength

I see the sun is peeping through

The trees along the way.

I see you in my minds eye

A beauty to behold

I thank You, Lord, for eyes to see

The beauty of each day.

And the beauty of this precious lady whom I will never meet.

I hear the birds in the early morn

Like music in my ears

And that is how your voice

sounds when you speak to me

I thank You once again, dear Lord

That I can see and hear.

The flowers bloom along the path,

her breasts are like two twin deers

standing firm and proud

Their fragrance in the air

Oh, thank You Lord; the breath of Spring,

I smell it everywhere.

Along with the smells my lovely friends

emanates with the perfumes on her body

I feel the rain drops on my face,

And I dream of her kisses on my cheek

Or gentle breeze that blows,

Or gentle caresses of her lovely hands

And Nature speaks to me again

As streams of love and water flow

I taste the fruit upon the trees,

and dream of tasting the sweet nectar

from my sweet friend

Another gift of love

To see, to hear, to smell and taste

Are gifts from Thee above.

I feel the love surrounding me

From those You send my way

There are no words that say enough

But thank You, Lord, today.