Unseen Beauties
She’s never seen the sunshine fall across her golden cheeks,
nor been lost in those beautiful blue-green eyes.
She’s never been enticed by her cucumber-melon smell.
but I have, it excited me.

She’s never felt the warmth of her against my chest.
or the butterflies I get around her.
She’s never felt my joy when she succeeds at something.
I have, and it excited me.

She’s never felt my heart break when her words get harsh,
or sat up all night thinking about love.
She’s never been faced with what I deal with everyday.
I have, and it killed me.

She’s never seen the seen the sunset reflected in her eyes,
or heard her heart sing as she takes her Sunday nap.
She’s never been blinded by her beauty beneath the midnight moon,
I have, and it excited me.

I’ve felt all these joys and pains,
and oddly, I enjoyed them all.
That’s why I can’t just let go.
She can because she’s never felt this.

So it’s no wonder she doesn’t smile as much,
or enjoy her life as she should.
It’s no wonder she doesn’t understand how I feel.

You Are My Everything
Looking into your eyes,
I know what having you means,
You gave me my only true love,
you became my everything.

I feel nervous in your presence,
sometimes it's hard to think.
But this adds to my emotions,
it increases our love's strength.

I just love how your hair
dangles in your face.
And how I feel when I'm around you,
how my heart begins to race.

I simply can't live without you
you are my everything.
I wish that I could describe to you
the feeling each kiss brings.

I love everything about you.
I wouldn't change a thing.
I want you mine forever.
you are my everything.

Flower
A flower is spectacular,
You must love how it looks.
Many have been picked or cut,
And pressed inside of books.

You see, a girl is like a flower,
In more ways than one.
But some guys try to pick the flower
Before the blooming’s done.

But if you pick the flower,
Before it is mature,
Then you have ruined the bloom
Because your motive was impure.

For the flower it was unfair,
It never hurt a soul.
That is until you came along,
Its innocence you stole.

So love and protect your flower,
And always tell the truth.
And don’t you ever EVER
Rob it of its youth.

Blessed
A second chance at happiness,
A second shot at love.
Mistakes forgiven gracefully;
Blessed from God above.

Hopelessness to joyfulness,
Brokenness to loved.
I love you more than anything.
My blessing from above.

Grin and Bear it attitude
Reached its outer bounds.
Mistake repeats Mistake,
Blessings still sent down.

Forgiven ten times over,
Promised ten times more.
Flowers and “I Love You”
Mending what was torn.

Promises are broken,
anger exposes lies.
And the only joy that I can find,
is looking in your eyes.

My blessing God has sent me,
to lead me the right way.
With me until I let you down?
you’re in my life to stay.

Man of God
He mutters swear words under his breath,
he views things that are impure...
A man of God,
at only fourteen,
following the Devil's lures.

He grows up around violence, and drugs.
At one time he hated these things.
Now he enjoys the pleasures of sin,
and the feelings that each drug brings.
(Chorus)
So put your hands together
and pray for this young man
that he will finally realize
that it's not part of God's plan.
To throw his life away
to the pleasures of his sin.
That he will give up all his pride
and accept the Lord within.
He yells at his mother; despises his dad,
his heart has been filled with hate.
Secretly smoking in his room,
tampering with his fate.

It is pathetic, what he does
when he is locked behind his door...
A man of God,
at only fourteen,
following the Devil's lures.

(Chorus)

If only he’d been taught that sin doesn’t pay,
and drugs leave you asking for more,
then may--be this man of God,
wouldn’t have knocked on the Devil's door.

If only he’d been taught that sin doesn’t pay,
and drugs leave you asking for more,
then may--be this man of God,
would’ve spent his time with the Lord.

(Chorus)
That he will give up all his pride
and accept the Lord within.
And accept the Lord within,
And accept the Lord Within...

Seasons of the Rose
The snow populates the ground
and my love grows stronger still.
I sit down to write my sweetheart
with an hour or so to kill.

I start by saying sorry;
as with most the things I write.
For all the times my anger built
and caused for us to fight.

I tell her I’m unworthy
of this love she gives to me.
Another letter written
that she’ll probably never see.

I notice how the rosebuds
hide themselves from bitter cold.
I hate how I can’t see them;
beauty means much more than gold.

I watch the bush throughout the winter,
but all I see is thorns.
The buds begin to sprout again,
and wait to be reborn.

And then as spring approaches,
the pedals reach full red.
I praise God for such beauty
as I lie lonely in my bed.

Spring comes and goes so quickly,
it seems to have never been at all.
And the pedals wilt in sorrow
as the season turns to fall.

As I watch my roses wither
and leave just the thorns behind,
I picture my first love,
and the feeling; so divine.

At times it lost its luster,
and all the beauty it once held.
What once had seemed like heaven
had become a living hell.

We kept praying through the hard times,
and somehow we held on.
The love I now adore
had come so close to being gone.

Love is a thing of beauty,
even when it comes and goes.
We’re promised a happy ending,
like the seasons of the rose.

Box of Unsaid Words
Hidden in the shadows
Is my box of unsaid words.
Things I know I should’ve said
That still remain unheard.

“I love you”, “I’m sorry,”
The words that I still hide.
These words were drowned out
By the fullness of my pride.

“You’re perfect”, “you are beautiful”,
These words you’ve never heard,
Although I truly think so,
They’re in my box of unsaid words.


Sometimes I am too stubborn.
So I hide the sensitive me;
The kind and sweet and heartfelt side
That no one ever sees.

Those things I meant to say aloud,
But my mind became too blurred.
So I ask you to forgive me
For my box of unsaid words.

What You're Thinking
Looking deep into your eyes I know
that we were meant to be.
I wonder what you're thinking 'bout
as your staring back at me.
 
I think of all the times I hurt you,
I think of all those times you cried,
and I wonder what you're thinking
as you look into my eyes.
 
I picture all your painful faces
after hurtful words I've said.
As you gaze at me I wonder
what is going through your head.
 
All the letters read I'm sorry,
all the smiles hiding the tears.
I unconditionally love you,
despite my hidden fears.
 
You're thinking of the flowers;
of the chocolate on hard days.
You think of how I show I love you
in so many different ways.
 
You ignore all those times I hurt you;
forget all those times you cried.
And you only think of the good times
as you look into my eyes.

Drown
Hatred encloses my heart
as I’m shoved into the darkness.
Out of your life,
away from your joy.

My only sense of beauty
I found looking in your eyes,
Pushing me out of your life,
you close your eyes.

The loss of something spectacular,
regret spawns a dislike for oneself.
And as I lose you, I hate myself.

Pride holds back my tears
as you push my spirits down,
You’ve pushed me out of your life,
and in this darkness, I drowned

Sins of Love
Mood:  sad
As I cry, my painful tears extinguish
the embers our love left behind.
I run from my iniquities,
and Pleasure’s Sin searches to bind.

I’m found next to the ocean
of lover’s long lost flames.
As I prepare to dive head first,
Joyful’s Sin pours on the shame.

“If he loved her, he should’ve trusted her,”
Joyful says among the crowd,
Then Pleasure chimes in his two-bits,
“He should have never yelled so loud.”

Regret finds me in crumbles,
laying on the ocean shore.
He pushes even harder,
and hurts me even more.

They lay their hands upon me,
and attempt to throw me in.
But Hope comes to redeem me,
and pushes away the Sins.

I realize I’ve mistaken
Hope’s true identity,
“Maybe she’ll date you in the future,”
False Hope whispers to me.

And the Sins of Love abduct me
and throw me to the lost.
My heart ceases it’s beating,
as I pay love’s full cost.