Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, March 05, 2009

With Every Beat Of My Heart

Love paints the mountains with colors of green and gives to the sun the rays of spring. It gathers the stars in a strategic move, to shine my love down on you. 

Dancing and singing to a silly tune, this song of love is written for you. High in the heavens, where dreams begin and on every cloud that goes passing. 

La la la la la la la went the dream la la la la la la from memory la la la la la la to you I sing, la la la la la la your my every thing.

Love paints the mountains with colors of green and gives to the sun the rays of spring. It gathers the stars in a strategic move, to shine my love down on you.

Dancing and singing to a silly tune, this song of love is written for you. High in the heavens, where dreams begin and on every cloud that goes passing. 


~
In capturing the blue, 
one must allow the infusion of love.
 to give sight to the heart.
~


I shall always love you,
 with every beat of my heart.






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