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.
Happy Birthday to my very best friend.
Your special day has come by again.
We had
I'm resting here quite regally,
The feature of the table.
Surrounded by potatoes
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
When your heart suddenly feels
light, excited, at ease.
When you feel like your h
I'm Glad I Have A Friend Like You
It started as just a hug and grew into a kiss,
A friendship that had blossomed to more th
your eyes are so dreamy
your lips are so soft
your body is so lovely
why
Hold onto your dream while mindful of time.
Optimism required, let your light shine.
I can't tell you how much my heart hurts every day.
It's full of anger, pain, and regrets
The best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
Because She Was My Best Friend
Together we would laugh, together we would cry,
With each other, we'd never be shy.
