Poems from Analisa
If I could alter some one thing,
Would it be the fear of loving?
Or perhaps the silent greeting
Of strangers on their way passing?
Maybe...
If I wrote a story
Of things great and glory
That grew like the sun’s rise
And glittered in his eyes.
If I could, then I would
And if I...
Oh if only hearts grew like flowers
So we could pluck a new one
When by love broken is ours.
Then there'd be no tear-spun
Tale to tell to...