The Musician

I'll give up when the sun decides to give up.

During the train ride home I asked her "Give me your hand". Without any hesitation she smiled and complied.

You are in the chords I play. You are in the songs I sing.

She finally found a road home to me.

This beautiful girl cries every time I hold her. God blessed me with this incredible creature.

On the rainy days we can stay inside and listen to John Mayer's good albums.

My heart is tied in knots around a beautiful woman that wants nothing to do with me.

Today I was called handsome by a beautiful young woman. Occasionally I fall back in love with the words of others.

Give me your heart and I will give you love.

She sings out to my soul. The noises of this world fade as she sings a song written just for me...

The timbre of your voice calms my soul.

Her eyes changed color and the world she saw was transformed once again.

Your love has an eloquent tone. The sky and I want to hear it.

You & I, we skim across the surface of each others lives, never daring to go deeper because we know what lies beneath.

She was my home