"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.
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
When into sorrow, my poor soul sinks
When a sound of despair in my heart rings
I'
My love for you is unconditional and enduring.
To you, I promise to always be reassuring.
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
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
I'm so sorry I missed your birthday.
A special day, I know it's true.
But birthda
How I wish to trust
In life, no questions asked,
Hanging on God's words,
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
a
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
Fueling your faith
In what you've got within...
In your God-given gift,
I
