Once there was a boy who never
Tore his clothes, or hardly ever,
Never made his sister mad,
Never whipped for bein' bad,
Never scolded by his Ma,
Never frowned at by his Pa,
Always fit for folks to see,
Always good as good could be.
This good little boy from Heaven,
So I'm told, was only seven,
Yet he never shed real tears
When his mother scrubbed his ears,
An' at times when he was dressed
Fer a party, in his best,
He was careful of his shirt
Not to get it smeared with dirt.
To love another with all of your heart
Can be seen as a work of art.
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
The Terrifying Thing About Love
It is a terrifying thing
to watch love
walk in your direction
when you be
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
You came as a ray of light,
Made my life cheerful and bright,
Showering your affe
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
Where did you get such a dirty face,
My darling dirty-faced child?
I got it from
