ee punye…

Hope is a thing with feathers, which perches in the soul, sings a tune without words, and never stops at all. And sweetest, in the gale, is heard and sore must be the storm that could abash the little bird that keeps so many warms. I’ve heard it in the chilliest land and on the strangest sea yet, never, in extremity it ask a crumb of me.

Until You

Filed under: Weblogs — queenster at 3:34 am on Thursday, January 3, 2008

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I never knew Love could feel this way
The kind of Love that makes you always want to stay
I never knew what a wonderful feeling I could get
Just by Loving you and having you Love me back
To have you do things for me
And me to you
And it be such a simple thing to do
I never knew what it was like to have anyone
Lay down beside me
Just to hold me, feel me, Love me
Until I met you
How it felt to be wanted just for me
I grew used to being whatever other people wanted
Even though it wasn’t true
I never knew the feeling of having someone
love me for me
Until I met you



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