"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.
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
Times have been tough, and things have gone wrong,
But the deep love we share has been th
You entered the room and my heart skipped a beat
I knew in an instant we were destined to
For you, I open my gate
And wish that you were here,
But you live in another stat
Always and forever is so far away,
But know I'll stand by you for every last day,
I live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults
Life may not let me select my lot,
But whether I'd be happy or not...
That is my
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
Thank you
For loving me true,
For being no one but you,
For holding my ha
