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 are my sunshine.
You are my shining star.
Everything I'm not,
You are
Love. Is that what I crave?
If it is, then why can't I find it?
Hate. Does that m
I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it
I thought I saw you the other day
I was wrong
I thought I heard your voice
<I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
Give me your loving,
give me your heart,
give me everything we won't be apart.
The worst pain known to me
Is to be stuck on a love that never could be,
To love
In the darkness, in the silence,
Only faint memories of joy are heard.
Overrun by
I never really knew you.
You were just another friend,
But when I got to know you
It's unbranded and unclaimed,
Elusive and in vain.
It ebbs and it flows,
