soft as a babies down it is a clown the mirth of a clown the heat from the heart is the genuine art the child may be wild it is fair that the child breathes air do you care the heart is warm the love we feel it is real the child carries us to … Continue reading Baby: Richard Edwards
The body of the one you love the song of love carries with it the dream the doves coo for you their song is your song of peace and harmony the sweet song is yours love is beauty it allows the heart to walk to dream of wonderful things that love brings your heart carries … Continue reading Love Is What We Need by Richard Edwards
Its off to court we go? Oh! No! Yes, it’s to court we go? You are not true! Are you true! A quart of what? A quart of oil is this, Or gas is that? No, not a quart, Court. You are courting? No I have not come a courting, What is this court? Where … Continue reading Court’s In Session: Richard Edwards
Beautiful dreamer the song sonnets with the lover's who dream of wondrous thing hope and charity carries us to its home we see the sparkle in the eye of our lovers the beauty carries us to be sure love is before the heaven's lent the people who dream of wondrous things love carries us to … Continue reading Beautiful Dreamer: Richard Edwards
a baby is born the child carries the dream that allows you to be free don't you see who you be, child who is born amid life's scorn our hearts bleed we hope you succeed in the things you try we will not cry we smile as you smile, we laugh as you laugh you … Continue reading The Song of Life: Richard Edwards
The sweet song of love falls from the orator's lips to call the angels It calls to thee it grasps your heart carries thee to the lover of mankind it is sweet song the beauty carries us to dream cupid's smile looks at thee can you not see the lover you be your heart … Continue reading The Heart Calls: Richard Edwards
Her crimson lips remember the touch of thy lover's lips. The love she thought was true, she has found is not true her heart calls to thee. Can you not see cupid who she be she feels the love. Her painted lids from which tears flow to wash upon thy breast remember the love she … Continue reading Delia’s Dream: Richard Edwards
The sky is dark, the sky is stark, it is carrying thunder and lightning, it is frightening, The lightning flashed, thunder boomed, it spoke to us of our doom, the forks of lightning fell.
Hope is something we all need.
Me Lad! Give It, But A Chance, Me Lad! Give it A Chance I Tell Ye! I Speak Of Romance!