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
Love. Is that what I crave?
If it is, then why can't I find it?
Hate. Does that m
I think about you all the time.
You're always in my head.
I reread every text you
Dear friend, let me say
something on this special day
Though we are far apart,
Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is t
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
Hi
Some areas long as hoses
You buy at a garden store.
Mine can be used to smell ros
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
The best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
I'll be with you as long as you want me to,
Until the end of time.
The day I met
