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.
Come a little closer
Honey, come a little closer,
let me whisper in your ear.
I called you late last night
because I needed a friend.
But you, of course, didn'
Insecurity, when you walk in the room.
Curiosity, when you stare me down.
Speechl
I light a torch and hold it high
It shines so bright it lights the sky
You see th
Oh my soul, be thou quiet
This is not 'another diet'
Just a program of exchange
I Fell In Love With My Best Friend
We were best friends.
Now we're even more.
You don't know how much.
of yo
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My m
When into sorrow, my poor soul sinks
When a sound of despair in my heart rings
I'
My best friend is a book
that doesn't give me a weird look.
It is like a golden d
