I love to sing!

Nada word, I love to sing!

Thou art too tender For all the passions agitating me;

For all my bitterness thou art too delicate,

I cannot pour my red soul into thee.

O haunting melody! Thou art too slender, Too fragile like a globe of crystal glass;

For all my dark thoughts thou art too thin, The burden from my bosom will not pass

O tender word!

O melody so slim!

O tears of passion saturate with brine,

O words,

unwilling words,

ye can not render

My hatred for the foe of me and mine.


Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)