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.
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
You made me run away
from those who loved me anyway.
You pushed me down into the
A friend is not just someone who hangs out with you.
A friend is someone who cares about
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
