I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?
Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
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
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
A good friend is someone
who cares about you.
They are someone who will be
<We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
A friend is a person
who has always has your back,
a person
who has faith
