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 feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
The worst pain known to me
Is to be stuck on a love that never could be,
To love
I don't have a controller,
And I don't have a screen,
I don't need to be plugged
I look into a broken mirror,
I seek to see why I am still living.
when I look aro
My dog has a special twist,
She can't go a day unkissed.
She's not
There's this little thing called friendship.
I experience it every day,
And I wil
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
Walking in the shadow of fear,
drowning endlessly by a single tear,
running along
