Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well maybe that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution’s power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well maybe. I do not think I would.
My dog has a special twist,
She can't go a day unkissed.
She's not
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is t
We are often greatly bothered
By two fussy little men,
Who sometimes block our pa
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
Y
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
No matter what happens in my life,
Sorrow or joy, rain or shine,
Whatever befalls
Eyes glare of
the unexpected
staring far too long
the person that
Some areas long as hoses
You buy at a garden store.
Mine can be used to smell ros
How do I mend a broken heart?
My entire world has fallen apart.
How do I find hop
