Cupcake Birthday Invitation Wording

LATE NIGHT ETERNAL

And I loved

as cup hummingbird

were my goldsmith

to shape my heart

did in your name a lyre

sung by larks

since that Spring

I traveled your hands tied

adhered to the silk of your skin

stuck to your soul intense

final desperate in your love

and my failures as human

not exist without loving moment

or domestic indolence distances

I lavished my verses

yours always

waiting not knowing you exist

and moons painted on your watch unknown

but a wicked strange fire

tore our living

and now I can not hold

The rain on the way

is a partner of my tears

December longing smiles

purity and brightness of your eyes

more pain and loneliness

abolished the happiness

oh my sweet love that you blew

love that forever ago

when your face lit by the sun

life showed me the two lit

all this is my reason ...

Adagio Cantabile

Kate's Playground Bullet

Maybe after I die maybe I

nestled in a breath of nostalgia infinite

of bitter misfortune feel defeated in

like shipwreck faded silent this time

I will leave in the stream of my sorrows

the singing of our sweet melodies

plying blue skies Sunday

and jailer mirror looks lost and

I love you in the dark death fall

inescapable legacy of the tragedy

Lake night forever bleeding

mouthful starvation of my stuff

Before that the memories emularé

each piece of great life you gave me

and your delicious crumbs downs tied

there where the pain muttered a sad song

those musical notes come

one to one rub the frost from my eyes

transmuted into dew the seven seas sailing

is love bars confined by abject

Yours disenchantment and sadness my

and all we are only absent masters

your gaze does not rest in my soul more intense

for my hugs distant light bruise to the stars

The night now is pretty vast and lonely

has woven his cloak to wrap myself in the game

not blame the love but fragmentary doubt

acute serenade that takes the kiss transfixed and overcome

But strip today Firefly briefly

not know if it's your look or a precious diamond

I will join her in the tomb of mortar

and bury the burning fever stabbing ...

ZIGMANN AARON - THE NOTEBOOK