Throughout my first score years and four I’ve Loved and laughed and Loved some more But hope indeed Through word or deed Each year is better than before For I have learned in little time And penned from time to time in rhyme All moments passed Until the last Are sacred, equal, and sublime
Is this Love contagious Would she catch it if she could Is Loving advantageous To the daring one that would And has a heart more use Than that which it portrays The power to produce A teardrop’s misty haze And in the precious moment When we feel our very soul Is this but Love’s intent…
Do we have the time Or years in life to know How much we waste it all How far it all would go And do we even care For that which we destroy To make what we create Or times that we enjoy And why must we go on Without an end in sight Where…