Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light
To chase a feather in the wind
Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight
There moves a thread that has no end.
For many hours and days that pass ever soon
the tides have caused the flame to dim
At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom
Is this to end or just the begining?
All of my love,
all of my love,
all of my love to you now.
...
Life can be.... complicated. But it doesn't have to be. It can be as simple as you make it. There are choices, decisions, risks, consequenses, pitfalls and pratfalls around every corner. Or you can step back and not worry about the day to day madness that is life. You can look past all those trees that stand in the way and see the forest for all of its beauty. You are the future. Your plans. What they may be leading up to. Or you can look closer to those every day disasters and find even the tiniest bit of beauty within them. The smells, the sounds, the colors and the feel of everything that makes up this world around us. There is beauty in everything if you choose to see it.
...
The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again
One voice is clear above the din
Proud Aryan, one word, my will to sustain
For me, the cloth once more to spin
All of my love,
all of my love,
all of my love to you now.
...
I fell in love again today.
its been a little while since that's happened.
the sideways glance over her shoulder
I couldn't help it.
it was fleeting, though.
we shared a drink
and a dinner
and a goodbye.
...
Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time
his is the force that lies within
Ours is the fire, all the warmth we can find
He is a feather in the wind
All of my love,
all of my love,
all of my love to you now.
sometime, sometime, sometime, sometime
All of my love,
all of my love,
all of my love to you now.
I get a little bit lonely,
Just a little, just a little, just a little bit lonley,
just a little bit lonley
To chase a feather in the wind
Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight
There moves a thread that has no end.
For many hours and days that pass ever soon
the tides have caused the flame to dim
At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom
Is this to end or just the begining?
All of my love,
all of my love,
all of my love to you now.
...
Life can be.... complicated. But it doesn't have to be. It can be as simple as you make it. There are choices, decisions, risks, consequenses, pitfalls and pratfalls around every corner. Or you can step back and not worry about the day to day madness that is life. You can look past all those trees that stand in the way and see the forest for all of its beauty. You are the future. Your plans. What they may be leading up to. Or you can look closer to those every day disasters and find even the tiniest bit of beauty within them. The smells, the sounds, the colors and the feel of everything that makes up this world around us. There is beauty in everything if you choose to see it.
...
The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again
One voice is clear above the din
Proud Aryan, one word, my will to sustain
For me, the cloth once more to spin
All of my love,
all of my love,
all of my love to you now.
...
I fell in love again today.
its been a little while since that's happened.
the sideways glance over her shoulder
I couldn't help it.
it was fleeting, though.
we shared a drink
and a dinner
and a goodbye.
...
Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time
his is the force that lies within
Ours is the fire, all the warmth we can find
He is a feather in the wind
All of my love,
all of my love,
all of my love to you now.
sometime, sometime, sometime, sometime
All of my love,
all of my love,
all of my love to you now.
I get a little bit lonely,
Just a little, just a little, just a little bit lonley,
just a little bit lonley
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