"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.
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
Oh, dear,
Oh, my gosh,
I hope that no one saw,
I wish that I could laugh,
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
Tears of pain run down my cheek,
wishing I was able to hold the one I seek.
Tears
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
You gave me light
In my darkest of days.
You showed me, love
In so many w
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
