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.
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
This is a daily reminder
To relax,
To not get angry over small things,
To
Sometimes you have to push yourself just to get out of bed.
You stay up 'til 2 am just wi
This passionate morning
I wake up with
Your feminine body
With your seduc
My family's gone; there's no one home.
It's only me who's home alone.
I shouldn't
I am fighting a battle of loneliness and disrespect
My pain with relations has reached it
I still love you.
we were friends with him
when he introduced me to you.
Love is not a thing you get a lot
but love the girl you have got...
she is always
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
