Dashes of Hope
Here are some flowers,
won't be at your door.
Here is a bracelet
that won't leave the store.
I'd give you this dress,
it's made of velour.
That's another thing
which causes a roar.
Your eyes, they melt me
way down to my core.
Come, let us leave now,
and head for the shore.
Weeks of Ireland,
so much to explore.
I'll get us a room,
the very top floor.
I have grown tired
of day to day war.
Much of this nonsence,
simply uncalled for.
George and his kind
can be such a bore.
I look to our dreams,
something to shoot for.
You know that you are
the one I adore?
These feelings inside
are to hard to ignore.
Can't help but wonder
if we are done for?
Hoping and dreaming
we'll be one day more.
-Xavier
Dec 11, 2007
