- The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips Love is not blind - It sees more and not less,
but because it sees more it is willing to see less.


- Time to share is always there
I peered thru life
Ever avoiding strife
But now am undone
My barriers broken
For one has found me
Reached in and unbound me
Her love has burst my bonds
And set music to my songs
Her need for me
And mine for she
Has made my Winter Spring
A new start
With hammering heart
We color the world with our dream
Nothing is as it did seem
The darkness of my solitude is done
She - my rising sun.