I'm sad we broke each other's hearts
Didn't want to leave you blue
I'm sad we'll always be apart
I hate the stupid things I do
I'm glad for every moment
I got to spend with you
Your sweet and blessèd soul
Your heart was always true
A snowflake and a rainbow
A sunset and a flower
They fade and fall from view
But they never lose their power
I'm glad for every moment
I got to spend with you
Your sweet and blessèd soul
Your heart was always true
by Richard W. Bray
in a fog
in a flutter
inattentive
in love
in debt
in danger
insolvent
in love
in the dumps
in a pickle
injured
in love
in the groove
in the saddle
invincible
in love
by Richard W. Bray
I can dunk a basketball
With my left ear
I can sing a sonnet
While I'm drinking a beer
I'm pretty excellent at everything I do
And my best thing is being with you
I can program a computer
While washing my car
I figure out physics
Just sitting in a bar
I'm pretty excellent at everything I do
And my best thing is being with you
I can skip a stone
Forty-seven times
All the ladies swoon
When I make up my rhymes
I'm pretty excellent at everything I doAnd my best thing is being with you
I made a rocket ship
And took it to the moon
I fought off a grizzly
With a fork and spoon
I'm pretty excellent at everything I doAnd my best thing is being with you
by Richard W. Bray
I almost shriveled up and died
But then I met you when I did
You taught me how to fly
Made me feel like a kid
We never said goodbye
We just went our separate ways
And your melody renews
Day after day
We never had it all
And we had so much more
Blankets and pillows
And cuddling on the floor
Owning every moment
Life is just a glance
Motion never ends:
The dancers and the dance
by Richard W. Bray
Time was somewhere else
In a universe of two
Bewitched and bedazzled
There was only you
The light, the air
The space between
Charged by the sparks
That cannot be seen
Colors overflow
Molecules conspire
Angels hold their breath
And stop to admire
The light, the air
The space between
Charged by the sparks
That cannot be seen
by Richard W. Bray
I lift my lids and all is born again.
—Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl's Love Song
So many dreams
Inside my head
Treasure and triumph
And beauty and dread
I lift my lids
To you instead
What disappeared
Is born anew
My moon-struck songs
Are all of you
Drops of bliss
Like morning dew
Rise and roar
And meet the world
Music until now
Unheard
My dream my life
My thunderbird
by Richard W. Bray
I see you beautiful
I see you free
I wish you had some time
To be with me
I see you beautiful
I see you true
I dream about a world
That's full of you
I'll treat you like a princess
If you give me a chance
I see you beautiful
I see you strong
I really like the way
We get along
I see you beautiful
I see you smart
I can't even say
What you do to my heart
I'll treat you like a princess
If you give me a chance
by Richard W. Bray
Tell me on a Friday
If it isn't working out
Give me two days
To cry my eyeballs out
I'll arise on Monday morning
With a pile of work to do
Before I can remember
There's no more me and you
The paradise where roses bloom
Is just another lonely room
Tell me on a Friday
When my day is done
And all my happy hopes
Can set with the sun
I'll have 48 hours
To completely fall apart
Then I'll pull myself together
And resuscitate my heart
The paradise where roses bloom
Is just another lonely room
by Richard W. Bray
I'm a whole lot crazy
I'm not an itty bitty crazy
Not a teensy weensy crazy
I'm a whole lot crazy over you
She says to wait your turn
As my insides start to churn
I'm a whole lot crazy
I'm not an itty bitty crazy
Not teensy weensy crazy
I'm a whole lot crazy over you
She says that she supposes
Send more jewelry and roses
I'm a whole lot crazy
I'm not an itty bitty crazy
Not a teensy weensy crazy
I'm a whole lot crazy over you
She says you're really sweet
I might let you wash my feet
I'm a whole lot crazy
I'm not an itty bitty crazy
Not a teensy weensy crazy
I'm a whole lot crazy over you
She says we might get together
Maybe someday, maybe never
I'm a whole lot crazy
I'm not an itty bitty crazy
Not a teensy weensy crazy
I'm a whole lot crazy over you
by Richard W. Bray
They will come with many roses in the early afternoon
–Edward Arlington Robinson
Everything I do I think of you
The piece of you inside me
That does its best to guide me
Wonders why I do the things I do
Everything I do I think of you
I always feel much better
When I wear you like a sweater
I never shed the person that I knew
Everything I do I think of you
Your memory will stay
Until I fade away
My last goodbye will be our adieu
by Richard W. Bray
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