When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No worries, no fears, no troubles, no fuss.
In the mother's arms, we put our trust.
But as we grew, we looked and craved,
and all too soon became enslaved.
The more we saw, the more we wanted.
Our quest for more became undaunted.
Our thirst for more could not be quenched.
The more we grasped, the tighter we clenched.
We scampered and gathered and gathered to hoard.
Possessions became our master and lord.
And when we're old with our treasures all heaped,
a sad example of what greed has reaped.
Our fists still clenched in a grasping motion,
till at our death, when our hands are opened.
A good friend is someone
who cares about you.
They are someone who will be
<Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
The best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
What if we were really true
And said everything we thought
Could we then stop fee
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
I know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
When You Love Someone, It's Forever
When you love someone, you will do anything for them.
If the sound of your voice keeps th
