"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
A walk to remember
I wish to have with you.
By the seashore,
In the breez
Just for today,
Can we forget about race,
Colour, religion
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
I know so little about you,
But I'm falling in love with you.
I have been since t
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
The winds are wild
The lightning strikes
The thunder booms
The storm is c
