There are moments in our life we'll always treasure.
Tiny fragments from our past, remembered pleasure.
Maybe it will be a song somebody sings,
Or the fragrance of a rose, a memory brings.
Somewhere in the background of our mind
Comes reflections of the love we left behind.
Though it's nice to think of days that brought us gladness,
Yet we can't escape the ones that brought us sadness.
Still, would we fully understand another's pain
Unless sometime within our lives we'd felt the same?
The dust of time drifts softly through the years.
Just to read our book of life may bring forth tears.
For seldom does one live a lifetime through
Without regretting things they did or did not do.
Yet would we want to live without it all?
For we're a part of everything that we recall.
Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is t
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
Be The Best Of Whatever Who You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but be
Say yes, and we could surf the highest waves,
Your hand in mine, never losing faith.
Life is like an old house; it gets used,
worn-out and old.
Then it's time to move
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
Love is beautiful and great.
When you find the right person, it will be fate.
My
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly
I light a torch and hold it high
It shines so bright it lights the sky
You see th
