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.
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Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
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You poison me with your eyes,
Your lips curving, drawing me in.
How can you trust
The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some
The hate that I feel inside for you
For all the crappy things you have put them through
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
To Taste The Sweet Perfection Of Your Embrace
I have been lucky enough to feel your touch
You are my love and to me you mean so much
Turmoil covers my eyes and my heart.
It never leaves me in day or dark.
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God Sent Me You At A Moment In My Life
When He Knew I Needed A Companion
Only He
She wants a man
I can be that man
I will treat her right
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