The morning is dead
And the day is too
There’s nothing left here to greet me
But the velevet moon All my loneliness
I have felt today
It’s a little more than enough
To make a man throw himself away
And I continue
To burn the midnight lamp Alone
For his time, the best guitarist ever to walk the earth. By todays standards, a little girl getting her cherry popped. Roope would own Hendrix. Make no mistake, he deserves an respect...but hes no latvala, no laiho, no malmsteen.
She is my Angel of Love and purpose in life and without her I have no purpose in life and I would die if I lose her because I have npreason for living if I lose her.