My Eyes, They Are My Heart My eyes, protected in seclusion, with love and faith as friends for #life, My eyes, full of hope and dreams ahead of time of being your faithful wife. My eyes, they see the truth that lies within your soul, My eyes, the gateway to my love, are joined to make us whole. My eyes, they live forever unbiased by traditional or ordinary view, My eyes, they love for who you are are, that you are kind and true. My eyes, if they were taken, if I couldn't see you stand, My eyes, they would call out and I know with faith close by, I would see your hand. My eyes, together with faith and love, I know will never part, My eyes, they will live forever, because they are my heart.

Rain Rain drops, cool and refreshing on my skin, As I breathe out my last breath from within, Glancing at night skies, wind blowing gentle against me, Feeling of serenity, escaping, free. Wondering when the night sky meets sunrise in the morn, Glowing sun from beyond clouds, at the crack of dawn, Will the rain still be here as I sit and question why, Waiting for the next rainbow, with rain, hoping it won't be dry.

Hope For Anne Chasing fire flies, dancing in the sky, Trying to catch them, as the pass by, Warm rain on your shoulders, diamond drops of dew, Colours of the rainbow, glowing towards you. Sat smiling and laughing, looking in your eye, I see you, all of you, questioning existence, asking why? Why we love you? Why try to go on? Why wait? You sing with me to The Beatles, carry that weight. We can can help you carry the burden you feel, Our love for you, is sincere and real, You are family to us, a friend in need, We will help you to be strong and feel freed. As the fire flies dance with the butterflies of light, We pray you continue to be strong and fight, But if you need rest and desire the peace to be here, We will hold your hand so you don't fear. Angel of music, feeling the music in your soul, I think of the moments when euphoria made you feel whole, A smile through the rain to meet our gaze, Please Anne, step out from the haze.

Gone, fishing On a summer's Sunday, gone off to fish, Mother's favourite past time, her only wish, With the Honey Monster close by with a landing net, Those fish won't get away, don't you fret. Gone fishing, enjoying the sun and greenery there, Able to read and write, in peace, without a care. No storm clouds, just blue skies, as the bait is taken, A baby carp caught first, not to be mistaken. Gone fishing, got the rods and a rest to get going, Although Dad can't sit still, always to-ing and frowing. I'm supping my Pepsi and have a banquet for so many, But don't drink too much though, nowhere to spend a penny. Gone fishing with my family and loving these times, I can jot words in my mind, anything that rhymes. I'm snapping photos, memories to go back one day and look, They'll be presented beautifully in a hand made scrapbook.

Toffee Toffee is a kind of treat, orange, creamy and gorgeous to the taste, I named my pup the same because he's just as sweet, any other name would be a waste. He's full of energy that he is, he loves to play hide and seek, His favourite game is when I hide, upon me he leaps as I take a peek. Loving his Mummy's cuddles and he has his spot right next to me, Upon the sofa, buried in blankets, totally relaxed and care free. Doesn't like dry biscuits, he loves a bit of meat, He's also quite partial to licking people's feet. He loves the beach, digging and burying sticks he's found, Not happy till he's created behind him a huge and stoney mound. He loves his bath time with his Dad, he enjoys the cuddles and kisses, Just as he loves swimming in a lake chasing away the fishes.