"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
I don't go to sleep at night
because you haunt my dreams,
and waking up to find y
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
To me, you're like an angel, sent by God above,
To cleanse my soul of sadness and fill it
The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some
It seemed like a good idea at the time,
But looking back now I cringe just a little.
Together we may struggle
but without you all I feel is pain.
Sometimes I may seem
I loved her eyes, I loved her hair,
I loved her looks, I loved her stare.
I loved
