I know 4 sure
That you'll never change...
Why I continue 2 love you,
The answer remains the same
Why do I cry
When I know
Nothing will change
What if I
keep holding on
Just maybe you'll know
I needed you
There you are,
Holding her hand
I am lost
Dying to understand
Didn't I cherish you right
Don't u know
U were my life......
Just cast aside,
U didn't even know I'm alive
U just walked on by,
Don't care to see me cry
And here I am
Still all alone
I couldn't accept
My world was gone
Even though I tried
I couldnt let go
Something in your eyes
Captured my soul....
And every night
I saw you in my dreams
Your all I know
I can't let go
Do u even realize
the sorrow I had inside
Everday of my life
Do u know the way it felt
When all u had just dies....
I try to deny that I needed u,
But u still remian on my mind...
Even though I try,
I can't let go...
Something in your eyes,
Captured my soul....
And every night,
I see you in my dreams
Your all I know,
I can't let go.....
-????
Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose.
And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.
The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, "Be my Valentine," like all the years before.
Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,
"I love you even more this year, than last year on this day."
"My love for you will always grow, with every passing year."
She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.
She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early, way before the time.
Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.
She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase.
Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.
She would sit for hours, in her husband's favorite chair.
While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.
A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate.
With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate.
Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before,
The doorbell rang, and there were roses, sitting by her door.
She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock.
Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop.
The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain,
Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?
"I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago,"
The owner said, "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know."
"The flowers you received today, were paid for in advance."
"Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance."
"There is a standing order, that I have on file down here,
And he has paid, well in advance, you'll get them every year.
There also is another thing, that I think you should know,
He wrote a special little card...he did this years ago."
"Then, should ever, I find out that he's no longer here,
That's the card...that should be sent, to you the
following year."
She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard.
Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card.
Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note.
Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote...
"Hello my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone,
I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome."
"I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real.
For if it was the other way, I know how I would feel.
The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.
I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife."
"You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need.
I know it's only been a year, but please try not to grieve.
I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears.
That is why the roses will be sent to you for years."
"When you get these roses, think of all the happiness,
That we had together, and how both of us were blessed.
I have always loved you and I know I always will.
But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still."
"Please...try to find happiness, while living out your days.
I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.
The roses will come every year, and they will only stop,
When your door's not answered, when the florist stops to knock."
"He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out.
But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt,
To take the roses to the place, where I've instructed him,
And place the roses where we are, together once again."
-???
(Don't Jock This Poem!!!)
How I Feel 'Bout You
Small Wonder
You're the love of my life
You're the girl of my dreams
You're the one who could turn metal into cream.
You out shine the brightest star
I want you near and not very far
I love you and I hope that's not a crime
For I'll wait for you until the end of time
And one last thing I have to say
And I hope you read this today
I think of you day and night
Love you until the day I die
You are the sun that shines so bright
I love and that's no lie.
He fumbles at your Soul
As Players at the Keys
Before they drop full Music on--
He stuns you by degrees-
Prepares your brittle Nature
For the Ethereal Blow
By fainter Hammers- further heard--
Then nearer--Then so slow
Your Breath has time to straighten-
Your Brain to bubble Cool--
Deals--One--imperial--Thunderbolt--
That scalps your naked Soul--
When Winds take Forests in their Paws-
The Universe--is still--
My life closed twice before its close--
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me
So huge, so hopeless to conceive
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
- Emily Dickinson
The Bee-Boy's Song
Rudyard Kipling
Bees! Bees! Hark to your bees!
"Hide from your neigbours as much as you please,
But all that has happened, to us you must tell,
Or else we will give you no honey to sell!"
A maiden in her glory,
Upon her wedding -day,
Must tell her Bees the story,
Or else they fly away.
Fly away--die away--
Dwindle down and leave you!
But if you don't deceive your Bees,
Your Bees will not deceive you.
Marriage, birth or burin',
News across the seas,
All you're sad or merry in,
You must tell to your Bees.
Tell 'em coming in an' out,
Where the Fanners fan,
'Cause the Bees are just about
As curious as a man!
Don't you wait where the trees are,
When the lightning play,
Nor don't you hate where Bees are,
Or else they'll pine away.
Pine away--dwine away--
Anything to leave you!
But if you never grieve your Bees,
Your Bees'll never grieve you.
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Killing the Plants Jane Kenyon | |
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That year I discovered the virtues of plants as companions: they don't argue, they don't ask for much, they don't stay out until 3:00 A.M., then lie to you about where they've been....
I can't summon the ambition |
that like Hamlet I rehearse murder all hours of the day and night, considering the town dump and compost pile as possible graves....
The truth is that if I permit them |
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