"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.
For you, I open my gate
And wish that you were here,
But you live in another stat
She has a special way
Of turning around my terrible day.
She makes all the bad th
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to screa
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, A
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from
After I knew the person you showed the world,
I searched for the person you are.
