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.
It's the way you say I love you and the way you hold my hand.
There's just so much about
Because She Was My Best Friend
Together we would laugh, together we would cry,
With each other, we'd never be shy.
Childhood friends? I hope we still are.
Years have put space between us and now you seem
Hold onto your dream while mindful of time.
Optimism required, let your light shine.
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
Look at the beauty in her eyes,
a glow that shines like the sunrise.
Her sm
Once there was a boy who never
Tore his clothes, or hardly ever,
Never made his s
It's the way you say I love you and the way you hold my hand.
There's just so much about
There once was a monkey in a city's zoo,
who dreamed of the outside sun.
He did l
No matter what happens in my life,
Sorrow or joy, rain or shine,
Whatever befalls
