Some morns are pleasant
Some morns are dark
But all morns with you
Are full of love and spark
…
Some noons are busy
Some noons are quiet
But all noons with you
Are untroubled and bright
…
Some eves are cheerful
Some eves are weary
But all eves with you
Are felicitous and merry
…
Some nights are long
Some nights are calm
But all nights with you
Are filled with love and warmth
You say that it’s not easy
I know you are right
Sometimes we are smiling
Sometimes we just fight
It’s during tests like these
During troubled nights
We should stick together
Till we see the lights
And let love take over
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When you a drop a tear
And I’m not by your side
There are gaping cracks that
We just fail to hide
But you know I’ll never leave you
You know it deep inside
After all these years — still
My love hasn’t died
For love’s taken me over
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Drop the hesitation
Say what you just feel
And I’ll show my feelings
Baby, it’s a deal
Bring out all your loving
Don’t shy or don’t conceal
Let the world hold witness
To a love that’s true and real
And let love take us over
Who brightens my day through and through?
It’s you, it’s you, it’s you.
Who makes me smile when all seems blue?
It’s you, it’s you, it’s you.
Who loves me with a love that’s true?
It’s you, it’s you, it’s you.
Who’s an angel but has no clue?
It’s you, it’s you, it’s you.
If life was a balance sheet
And time a liability
Your love would be my asset
My only profitability
There is Serenity, there is Joy
There’s Awe and Devotion
I also see Gratitude and Hope
Respect, Passion and Care
I see Contentment, Friendship
Fondness and Fervor
And many, many more I do
I see all of Love’s daughters in you
Who loves you more than anyone
As true as true could be
With more love than there’s under the sun?
It’s me, it’s me, it’s me
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Who sings about you night and day
Like the birds — unbound and free
With a heart full of merriment and gay?
It’s me, it’s me, it’s me
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Who picks you up when you are down
In trouble up to your knee
And brings a laughter where there was a frown?
It’s me, it’s me, it’s me
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Who runs to you when you need it most
No matter how far you may be
And sails and swims for you from coast to coast?
It’s me, it’s me, it’s me
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Who thinks about you all the time?
Who’s your ardent devotee?
Who brought a smile to you with this rhyme?
It’s me, it’s me, it’s me
All those who think
That love is not real
That love is a deal
That love can’t heal
Should come and look at us
…
All those who think
That love is a game
That love is a flame
That can be tamed
Should come and look at us
…
All those who think
That love is not true
That it can’t continue
That it has no value
Should come and look at me
Should come and look at you
When from school, my Johnny comes
He has a bag full of slimy worms
I don’t know much, I must presume
He keeps them all up in his room
…
There’s nothing much that I can say
It’s just a hobby to pass his day
Developed suddenly around a month ago
When I threatened to cut his favourite show
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He plays with them all sorts of games
He’s even given them trendy names
Like Rux and Tazz and Weepy Dan
And Phubber and Bubber and Creepy Man
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I must admit I’m afraid of worms
Or any creature that twists and squirms
I simply cannot stand the view
I find them gross and ugly too
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Thank God my Johnny isn’t aware
That his worms put me through a scare
Only my personal journals know
Which I lost around a month ago
My heart instructs me to write
My head says I shouldn’t
Then they initiate a fight
Stop it? I just couldn’t
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My head tells me to exercise
My heart isn’t impressed
My head says I’m oversize
My heart says I’m blessed
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This is how they always snide —
Piercingly all day long
Then they ask me to decide
Who is right and who is wrong
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Choosing one is really tough
For the other then will weep
So I turn their switches off
And then I go to sleep
I keep telling my mom and dad
There’s a monster ‘neath our bed
But they don’t e’er listen to me
They sleep so calm and peacefully
But I lie awake all night
To give the monster a real fight
He says he has some friends in Hell
He comes out when clock strikes twelve
He says he’s bounded by a curse
He needs to eat the three of us
Only then can he walk free
See the world as I do see
But I ain’t buying none of that
The monster’s ugly and he’s fat
If he had been cutely clad
I would have offered him my dad
If he had rubbed and tickled my palm
I would have offered him my mom
But he’s such a brainless blob
Doesn’t know how to do his job
If now he comes out from the bed
I just might gobble him instead
Free him from his stupid curse
No more fuss for him and us
Frank Solanki 