When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, 'What is it?'
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
