"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 eyes meet his,
Our hands touch,
Then our lips,
We are no longer on ear
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
When our eyes met
for the very first time,
I knew it was you
to clear my
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
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A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
You've been with me through rough and tough
Thick and thin, until the very end
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Don't live in anger, with fear and regrets.
Seek forgiveness and lay your pain to rest.
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
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