"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.
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
you say you love me
but I'm afraid that I can not say it too,
I do not think that
Vulnerable before I found you
Lost in the lonely streets of my heart
I loved you
The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Thei
If at times you feel you want to cry
And life seems such a trial,
Above the cloud
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
Life is a series of written pages,
Climaxes and minimum wages.
The words so caref
When you needed me I was there for you
I let you cry on me
I let you talk to me
