“I say love, it is a flower, and you its only seed.”

Another is Stevie Wonder’s “You are the sunshine of my life.”

Roses and Butterflies – Making April

I can see where you are

I can tell you’re enjoying it so far

I would love to escape, but now I’m bound

by the of burn of your eyes

looking on as I’m starting to realize

I’m a pawn in your game and this is checkmate

as the roses lift their heads to catch a glimpse of my demise

you’ll be throwing lies around like ocean waves throw down the tides

and they are breaking on my shore

and the rescue team won’t save me now I’m out too far

so I’ll waste these nights for a while

but I’ll be holding onto you forever

and this is where my heart is cold and torn

as I read the words you wrote last night

the butterflies are creeping through my spine

it’s a thrill I can’t shake

yeah I know we’ve been writing a mistake

but it’s hard to erase the feelings I’ve drawn

I was caught in an awkward silence

broken down by the sound of your prelude that you played

to open our symphony

I’ve been sleeping with the sunrise watching hours pass away

incidentally I’m just waiting for the dusk to kill the day

but now I’m waiting for your call

while I bang on this piano like you care at all

so I’ll waste these nights for a while

but I’ll be holding onto you forever

and this is where my heart is cold and torn

as I read the words you wrote last night

the butterflies are creeping through my spine

as I hear the words you’re saying tonight

I’m falling for them every single time

as the roses dip their heads a little further to the ground

there’s a season change and all the pinks and whites have turned to brown

will we make it through the fall yeah are we gonna make it through this fall

‘cause I don’t wanna fall with you

so I’ll waste these nights for a while

but I’ll be holding onto you forever

and this is where my heart is cold and torn

as I read the words you wrote last night

the butterflies are creeping through my spine

I’m trying, we’re dying, yeahhh

I’m taken by your hope-filled lines

they’re well designed and dragging me along

I’ll be waiting for this chance and I’ll be gone

dust in the wind…

dang i’m old!

oh, and every english teacher’s favorite song to analyze… raindrops keep falling on my head.

” MacArthur Park ”

( now that should get people talking…)