Friend, whose smile has come to be
Very precious unto me,
Though I know I drank not first
Of your love’s bright fountain-burst,
Yet I grieve not for the past,
So you only love me last!Other souls may find their joy
In the blind love of a boy:
Give me that which years have tried,
Disciplined and purified,—
Such as, braving sun and blast,
You will bring to me at last!There are brows more fair than mine,
Eyes of more bewitching shine,
Other hearts more fit, in truth,
For the passion of your youth;
But, their transient empire past,
You will surely love me last!Wing away your summer-time,
Find a love in every clime,
Roam in liberty and light,—
I shall never stay your flight,
For I know, when all is past
You will come to me at last!
-Elizabeth (Akers) Allen (1832-1911)
Words Can't Describe Feelings
Words simply can't describe
Mary Had a Little Dog
Mary had a little dog.
Why Did I Break Up With The Guy I Love?
You poison me with your eyes,
Through Forever
When our eyes met
Where The Street Ends
There's a place on each road...
Thank God For Plumbers
Two old friends met on the street,
You Are My Sunshine
You brought me sunshine
Halfway Down
Halfway down the stairs
Monkey In The Middle
There once was a monkey in a city's zoo,
Messy Room
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
