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 say you're afraid of being alone.
You can't do a thing on your own.
You don't
We are always by each other, never leaving.
We are best friends, never dece
My love for her is a roaring fire.
She's all I ever did or will desire.
Without h
The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some
I wish not to love you much,
Only to love you well.
Much is but a quantity,
you have been my friend for a very long time
I asked you to bend and you made a rhyme
I think of her and our time together,
And the tears come to my eye.
I never wante
Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
You're a very special person.
I'm glad that you're my friend,
For when I need a l
