"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.
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
you say you love me
but I'm afraid that I can not say it too,
I do not think that
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
I get this funny feeling way down deep inside.
My hands begin to shake whenever she walks
Laid my head upon your chest
Your arms encircled me,
It was, My Love, as if we we
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
