My love is a candle

My love is a candle

Burning long into the night

Bringing you light when you can't sleep.

My love is a giant comforter

Wrapped about you tight

Protecting you from cold, cruel world.

My love is a bowl of chicken soup

It's good for your soul

And it makes you feel better.

My love is a roller coaster,

It keeps you glued to your seat

And it's a thrill a minute. (at least)

Maybe my love is not all that.

But this love is all I have.

You deserve much more I know.

Yet I pray it is enough,

To keep you evermore.

Pop!

The compass spins,

Giving me vertigo.

Where am I to go?

What am I to do?

What answers false? What answers true?

Am I destined to walk in circles?

Stumbling half-hazard into circumstance,

Meeting blind chance, in a dark alley somewhere south of Pittsburgh?

Who drew this map anyways?

It looks like a six year old with crayons,

Trying to paint the Sistine Chapel by candlelight.

I know it's not right, but I'm unsure where I went wrong.

My life like a country song,

My truck won't start and my dog done me wrong.

But what am I to do?

It's like I'm stuck in an episode of the twilight zone,

All alone, in a hall with no windows and about twenty doors.

Standing on mirrored floors, so I can see that I'm going nowhere. 

It's like I'm in a fun house without the fun.

I've been running on a treadmill and now I'm done.

I've had enough, life's going to change,

My life is an overflowing bathtub,

So I'm pulling the drain.

Now I'm spinning round,

Suction pulling me down,

Holding my breath so I don't drown.

Hope is surging!

New life emerging!

Pop!

The Garden of Love

To your garden of love I came tonight,
And found inside such sweet delight.
The flowers in bloom such a beautiful sight,
That I wanted not to leave.

The blossoms sweet upon the air
I drank of the dew without a care.
I wanted so to linger there,
But alas I had to leave.

So with a smile a closed your little door
With thoughts of what you held in store
When I returned from that yonder shore
To rest again in thee.

Little Rose of Black and Blue

Little rose of black and blue,

Tear-eyed droplets of morning dew.

No one loves this little flower,

Except when comes the midnight hour.

They steal her nectar sweet inside,

Like bugs within her bosom hide.

Kept hidden from the suns sweet rays,

She'll forever in the darkness lay.

Oh, who will mourn this little flower?

When at last arrives her hour.

She never knew a bit of love,

The only one who cared, was far above.