somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which I cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though I have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously)her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, I and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
