...Lighte Side Of The Sun

...Woulde I be the seventh wave across your sandes that fill the footprints of your steps on this hallowed moonlit nighte?
...Coulde I hope to be the thoughts under your eyes on every waking morne?
...Shoulde you venture far and wide from the flowers that you sewed in spring?
...Will you fondly recollect the wordes and tymes we shared and all we saide and done?
...If I was to tame these wordes that fly so free arounde the outside of the worlde insyde my swelling hearte?
...Woulde I, Coulde I, Shoulde I serve them by a caressed hande upon a breeze of velveteen and sende them onlye to you?