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Love doesn't play anymore
Someone once told me that love was a game
you had to experience the joy and the pain
the thrill of the chase
and the conquest you gained
but love doesn't play anymore
I have discovered since running round wild
love is a sweet and a delicate child
that needs to be nurtured and taught things anew
to make it grow strong
and make it grow true
love doesn't play anymore.
Charles M. Moore
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Love me for a thousand years
How I wondered how I met you
how I saw you, how I sighed
how could I just be part of you
in the twinkle of an eye
Take me deeper, touch my skin
hold my hand and take me in
catch my breath and wash my tears
and love me for a thousand years
Walk with me and talk with me
let me hear your laughter fly
let me hold your naked body
lay beside me in the night
Tell me that you'll be part of me
tell me that I'm part of you
take away my many fears
and love me for a thousand years
How I wondered how I met you
how you touched my tender side
and brought to me a little light
and brought to life a heart that died
I could only be part of you
you were always part of me
we should surely be together
love me for a thousand years.
Charles M. Moore
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Maybe your life will be true
Perhaps in the future you'll find someone
maybe that person will be number one
and if you love them and don't cry or run
maybe your life will be true
Maybe your future will grow like wild flowers
perhaps you'll grow strong in the sun and the showers
take care of the moments the minutes and hours
and maybe your life will be true
It's quite compelling how life drifts along
the moments you live for are soon quickly gone
the times that are trying seem to go on and on
you adapt, you remember and try something new
You've only one life try to be all you can
don't be afraid when you don't understand
knowledge brings light to the darkness of man
and maybe your life will be true.
Charles M. Moore
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Memoirs of another time
I scribbled the details
on every page
recalling the things we had done
what was said
and though we have parted
I still read the book
when we were together
way back in our youth
We met in the winter
while catching a bus
you were on your way home
and were in such a rush
your purse spilled the change
that was meant for your fare
and I helped you pick up
the coins lying there
The bus was quite crowded
I gave you my seat
you thanked me and asked me
if I'd like a sweet
an Everton mint
I just couldn't decline
as these were particular
favourites of mine
We chatted and you said
you had to get home
and get changed for a party
some colleague had thrown
a retirement dinner
you thought you'd be late
as you had to be there
around about eight
I asked could I help you
if you didn't mind
I was going to pick up
my car around five
the garage had told me
the clutch was repaired
if we met at seven
I'd soon get you there
And so we decided
and chatted some more
we'd meet later on
at the old Woolworths store
the bus had arrived
and you left in the rain
when I realised
we forgot to ask names.
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Charles M. Moore
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