But, life is about who you love and who you hurt. It's about how you feel about yourself. It's about trust, happiness, and compassion. It's about sticking up for your friends and replacing inner hate with love. Life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance, and building confidence. It's about what you say and what you mean. It's about seeing people for who they are and not what they have. Most of all, it is about choosing to use your life to touch someone else's in a way that could never have been achieved otherwise. These choices are what life is about.
:My friend, I need you now--
Please take me by the hand.
Stand by me in my hour of need,
Take time to understand.
Take my hand dear friend,
And lead me from this place.
Chase away my doubts and fears;
Wipe the tears from off my face.
Friend, I cannot stand alone
I need your hand to hold;
The warmth of your gentle touch
In my world that has grown so cold.
Please be a friend to me
And hold me day by day.
Because with your loving hand in mine,
I know we will find the way.
In the vast expanse of the universe,
I contemplate my existence and how I fit
Into a world where human touch has been corrupted.
If I gently take your hand in mine,
Will they see two friends who love and cherish each other?
Or will they see only physical contact,
And assume we are lovers?
When I tenderly kiss your cheek,
Am I violating a law of God demeaned by social values,
Or am I simply expressing heartfelt affection?
I question the values set down by society,
Where all touch has been deemed sexual.
How can I express my love for you,
When we cannot touch without disdainful looks?
You are my friend and my confidante,
My only desire is to express my love
Without fear of condemnation
In a world where love is misunderstood.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no! It is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his heigth be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man even loved.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with the woe's new wail my dear time's waste.
Then can I drown an eye unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in deaths dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long-since-canceled woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanished sight.
Then can I grieve at grievences foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell oer
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored, and sorrows end.
I had closed the door upon my heart
and wouldnt let anyone in.
I had trusted and loved only to be hurt
but that wouldnt happen again.
I had locked the door and tossed the key
as hard, and as far as I could.
Love would never enter there again;
My heart was closed for good.
Then you came into my life
and made me change my mind.
Just when I thought that tiny key
was impossible to find...
That's when you held out you hand
and proved to me I was wrong.
Inside your palm was the key to my heart,
you had it all along.
The Telephone - Robert Frost
When I was just as far as I could walk
From here today,
There was an hour
All still
When leaning with my head against a flower
I heard you talk.
Dont say I didnt, for I heard you say--
You spoke from that flower on the window sill--
Do you remember what it was you said?
First tell me what it was you thought you heard.
having found the flower and driven a bee away,
I leaned my head,
And holding by the stalk,
I listened and I thought I caught the word--
What was it? Did you call me by my name?
Or did you say--
Someone said Come-- I heard it as I bowed.
I may have thought as much, but not aloud.
Well, so I came.
