Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well maybe that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution’s power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well maybe. I do not think I would.
What can I do to love you?
What can I do to love you?
My Perfect Valentine
Observing the stars,
Oh Fear...
You made me run away
The Glass Eye
The joke was very funny
Just Like A Child
How I wish to trust
You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Be Proud Of Who You Are
I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.
Pain Of A Broken Heart
Tears of blood fall from my broken heart.
The Kiss That Was
have you ever had a kiss
If I Tell You, Will You?
The answer lies true in my heart,