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.
No more shaking hands.
Don't touch your face.
Never stand too close
In a
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
We are often greatly bothered
By two fussy little men,
Who sometimes block our pa
Let me sing you a love song
About what I feel in my heart;
Butterflies can't find
Girls!
They protect you!
Mind you, correct you!
In ways you never thought
Look into my eyes.
Tell me what you see.
It won't be happy.
It won't be p
Walk with me along the path,
And reach up toward the sky.
I'll be right beside yo
F- Friends are precious gifts
R- Rare and hard to find
I- Invisible when life is
