"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 was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
Be The Best Of Whatever Who You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but be
To Taste The Sweet Perfection Of Your Embrace
I have been lucky enough to feel your touch
You are my love and to me you mean so much
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
For me, life is a struggle.
It's an impossible reality every single day.
I try to
I'm so sorry I missed your birthday.
A special day, I know it's true.
But birthda
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
