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.
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
Y
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
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
I don't get how you can't see
All the things you did to me.
If only you knew
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
