"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.
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
Turmoil covers my eyes and my heart.
It never leaves me in day or dark.
Combat ch
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
Every tone of life
Makes a note for you.
Every word of life
Makes a phras
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
Shall we take Fall together,
go sifting through the fallen leaves
and gaze upon t
To love another with all of your heart
Can be seen as a work of art.
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
The Terrifying Thing About Love
It is a terrifying thing
to watch love
walk in your direction
when you be
