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.
Just Another Year
The years are taking their toll.
Friendship Are Like Daimonds
In the darkness, in the silence,
The Glass Eye
The joke was very funny
Me And Chemistry
There's this subject called chemistry
My Confession
My love for you is uncontrollable.
I Am Trying
I know there's something great in me,
A Friend Smile..
When someone's having a bad day,
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
Babe When You Hold Me
Baby, when you hold me, my emotions makes it clear
Love Is A Game
She wants a man