"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.
This passionate morning
I wake up with
Your feminine body
With your seduc
To Taste The Sweet Perfection Of Your Embrace
I have been lucky enough to feel your touch
You are my love and to me you mean so much
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
we've always been together,
we did everything with laughter,
we thought it was fo
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
There's this subject called chemistry
how it works is a total mystery
it is an at
When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No wo
Be The Best Of Whatever Who You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but be
She has a special way
Of turning around my terrible day.
She makes all the bad th
We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
