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.
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
I feel so heavy, really tired of what
I'm carrying right now.
I wanted to howl an
All of my life
I was living in a lie.
It seems that my childhood
has flow
Lips sweet as sugar,
how to touch them I linger.
Lips that enslave me with their
My Friend, How Precious You Are To Me
Did I tell you I love you?
Did I tell you I care?
Did I tell you I'm happy
<Sorry
It is a word
It has no substance
I cannot hold it
Nor can I
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
L
Laughter is a gift
It doesn't mean your fit
But it will soften any tension
<Insecurity, when you walk in the room.
Curiosity, when you stare me down.
Speechl
Young, carefree, innocent,
You sing, laugh, and dance,
Taking in all Gods' glory<
