Music makes me cry
\nBuckets
\nWhich I’ m not ashamed
\nTo say
\nThe tears run like a river
\nDeep down in my
\nLiver
\nIt matters not what genre
\nI get it all the way<\/p>\n
Nothing moves me more
\nThan music
\nInspiring all the way
\nMusic makes me cry
\nA lot
\nWhich I am not
\nAshamed to say
\nIt’s when I reach my most feminine
\nQuality and play
\nTo what is truthfully
\nBeautiful about me
\nToday<\/p>\n
There’s one women
\nOne look from her
\nAnd my heart strings
\nThey can be
\nTighter than a Koala’s finger
\nWrapped around a tree
\nCan make me leap
\nInto the night
\nCan make me rest a while
\nThose eyes that hair
\nShe’s the most rare
\nOf beauty
\nWith such style<\/p>\n
It’s true my eyes
\nAre wintry
\nBut the rarity
\nOf her
\nShe is like an owl
\nSo perceptive
\nSo remarkable
\nHer purr
\nIs the gracefulness
\nOf a Siamese
\nThreading through the night
\nI am so moved in her company
\nFor me she is my light<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Music makes me cry Buckets Which I’ m not ashamed To say The tears run like a river Deep down in my Liver It matters not what genre I get it all the way Nothing moves me more Than music … Continue reading