A warm bright light
That lights in his eyes
Eyes that's filled with hopes and dreams
A warm kind heart
That swells with love and desire
A wonderful soul
Sitting at his desk smiling
Writting and drawing
He's passion
The wonderful art coming from his soul
He stays in his room dreaming
Many might not know him
Or might not realise how amazing he is
I am a lucky one
I get to talk him daily
I get to feel the warmness the love
The real person that he is
A sweet loving kind free soul
He sits and gazes out the window
He's sweet and strong someone you can turn to
Someone who is never afraid to take your hand
I know..because he's taken my hand
I'm very special to know him
This poem I dedicate to him
The free loving spirit that I care for very much
He sits there drawing and writing
At times thinking it may not be good enough
Well honey their perfect to me
The magic that you draw is amazing
I'm the lucky one to know You
With the magic of the moon and stars
How they shine down
They shine apon you
It shows in your drawings
In your kind heart
Your warm soul
You are a warm bright light
That lights in his eyes
Eyes that's filled with hopes and dreams
A warm kind heart
That swells with love and desire
A wonderful soul
Sitting at his desk smiling
Writting and drawing
He's passion
The wonderful art coming from his soul
He stays in his room dreaming
Many might not know him
Or might not realise how amazing he is
I am a lucky one
I get to talk him daily
I get to feel the warmness the love
The real person that he is
A sweet loving kind free soul
He sits and gazes out the window
He's sweet and strong someone you can turn to
Someone who is never afraid to take your hand
I know..because he's taken my hand
I'm very special to know him
This poem I dedicate to him
The free loving spirit that I care for very much
He sits there drawing and writing
At times thinking it may not be good enough
Well honey their perfect to me
The magic that you draw is amazing
I'm the lucky one to know You
With the magic of the moon and stars
How they shine down
They shine apon you
It shows in your drawings
In your kind heart
Your warm soul
You are a warm bright light
I smell the scent of chrome and leather
while she shifts the throttle
As the beast she straddles
roars like the echo of a lion bursting from a cave, the chain it Raffles
Lubed with grease
To spit on the road
When granted release
led by the master
who tamed the machine
With power unfold
To shatter a dream
She kisses the wind
With red mane and mesh
They call her a freak
Yet from where I stand she's blessed
Fatal beauty on a roaring machine
Claiming the road
To her its redeemed
So if you cross her path
And start to judge
Don't expect her to halt
She'll laugh as you budge
She's the legend Cherry
You cannot break
To roar in your dreams
And scar you awake
So I bow and tip my hat
Roger tire track
Praying to all gods
She'll be coming back
A beautiful poem written by the brilliant bathory_65
while she shifts the throttle
As the beast she straddles
roars like the echo of a lion bursting from a cave, the chain it Raffles
Lubed with grease
To spit on the road
When granted release
led by the master
who tamed the machine
With power unfold
To shatter a dream
She kisses the wind
With red mane and mesh
They call her a freak
Yet from where I stand she's blessed
Fatal beauty on a roaring machine
Claiming the road
To her its redeemed
So if you cross her path
And start to judge
Don't expect her to halt
She'll laugh as you budge
She's the legend Cherry
You cannot break
To roar in your dreams
And scar you awake
So I bow and tip my hat
Roger tire track
Praying to all gods
She'll be coming back
A beautiful poem written by the brilliant bathory_65
