Llama's Licentious Lollogies
 

Love can sometimes be fresh.
Love can sometimes be new.
Love can sometimes make you happy.
And sometimes make you blue.

Love is the light that radiates from your eyes.
Love is your image floating in the skies.

Love is true.
And darling, the only love for me is you.

Lam
 

As long as there is love, I will cherish you.

As long as there is life, I will love you.

As long as the stars shine above, I will want you.

As long as there are waves in the ocean, I will need you.

As long as there is heaven above, there will always be our love.

The Night Was Made For Romance
 

The night was made for romance.
In the night our two hearts dance.
Under the stars our lips touch.
In the garden your embrace means so much.

The night was made for love.
Our hearts cooing like a white dove.
Your eyes sparkling like diamonds so white.
I love you darling with all my might.

The night was made for caring and trust.
And darling, God made this night for us.

Very good! Great words!

Goodbye Michael
 

A star has been plucked from the sky.
The sky is now dimmer.
It happened on June 25th.
A day, we will always remember.

Never again to see Michael's smile light up the skies.
Never again to see him moonwalk across the stage as his fans cries.
Never again to hear him sing Billie Jean.
To the roaring sounds of his fans' screams.

A brother of the sun has been taken away.
But in our hearts his music will always stay.
Michael Jackson will now dance among the clouds.
And in the heavens, you will still hear him singing loud and proud.

*wipes away a solitary tear...
























































...not!

"His fans cries"? Damn, is this the kind of thing I'm going to have to contend with in the days and weeks ahead?

You aint seen nothing yet...wait till the funeral takes place.

oh good god....
*cowers in fear* (o.o)

For Farrah (Fawcett)
 

A great beauty has passed from this life.
Of good times and sometimes toil and strife.
Some will say that she went to a better place.
Look at a blue sky or a white cloud, you will still see her face.

Movements like those of a gazelle in flight.
Hair that shone like gold on a moonlit night.
Eyes that could touch your soul.
And essence like that of a red rose.

Farrah, you fought hard to stay here on earth with us.
But when God calls you, go you must.
Whenever we feel a summer breeze or april rain.
It will seem like you are near.
And in our hearts, your memory will always remain dear.