The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.
But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.
You're the best thing to happen to me,
So let our love fly free.
You're my dream
True friends are hard to find
But I knew you were the one
You're always so kind
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
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
I know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
When into sorrow, my poor soul sinks
When a sound of despair in my heart rings
I'
I have waited quite a long time to get old,
So I think I should try to enjoy it.
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
I don't believe in taking excess risks,
But a person can be excessively careful, too.
