Two old friends met on the street,
Hadn't talked in many a year;
"How's your family,?" asked this dear old friend,
"I'd really like to hear."
"George has a Master's in literature,"
The other said, with pride,
"And Mary's a grad in modern art,
Her career she has yet to decide."
"And How's Willy," the first friend kindly asked,
While the other displayed defeat;
"Oh, Willy's a plumber," she sighed, hanging her head,
"But wit
Sorry
It is a word
It has no substance
I cannot hold it
Nor can I
I wish I could run away, I wish I could hide
From all the pain he has caused me inside.
You keep running from the truth; you know it's true.
You think I am crazy for loving you.
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
When into sorrow, my poor soul sinks
When a sound of despair in my heart rings
I'
When you're in the middle of nowhere and wondering why,
When you just don't know what to
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
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
<I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
