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.
Larry came into my bar
Every day to drink two beers.
"My brother’s death; o
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
My empty, broken heart is left in the pouring rain to soak up my tears.
Where gilded autumn dazzles hazy morning
And golden leaves sprinkle on marigold bea
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
If not for you, I wouldn’t know
What true love meant.
I’d never feel
She is unique.
Every time I see her
I just can't seem to know how to speak.
You have a friend in me,
Don't try and hide your feelings because your best friend can se
In life, some people will hurt us and cause us pain,
but we must learn to forgive and for
Life is not just waking up one morning and saying, "Ok, I want this to happen."
It's abou
