She
May be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
Sun rays come down as seen when they hit the ground, Children spinning around till they fall down down down. I wait for you: it's been two hours now, You're still somewhere in town, Your dinners getting cold. I rest my case you are always this late, And you know how much I hate waiting around 'round 'round, Bitter heart, bitter heart tries to keep it all inside, Bitter heart, bitter heart shadows will help you try to hide, Bitter heart, my bitter heart is gettin' just a little fragile, Bitter heart, bitter heart of mine. And then you come and tell me the same reason as you did yesterday, So tell me whats her name. Doo doo da dum, doo doo da dum, doo doo doo doo doo doo da da dum dum, da da da da dum, da da da da dum, da da da da dum. Bitter heart, bitter heart tries to keep it all inside Bitter heart, bitter heart shadows will help you try to hide, Bitter heart, my bitter heart is just getting a little fragile, Bitter heart, bitter heart of mine, of mine, of mine, of mine, of mine, of mine.
Today, I got a pleasant surprise when I got home and found a postcard from my dearesrt old friend, mimi. He remembered to send me a postcard during his travel and that touched me and I really felt happy for that moment. Good things come in small packages and I shall take it as a little motivation to push me along.. The evening did not get better in the end and well, here I am, 1214am, unable to sleep as usual.
These days, 2 songs get caught in my head and this is one of it.
Title: 4 in the morning Singer: Gwen Stefani
Waking up to find another day The moon got lost again last night But now the sun has finally had its say I guess I feel alright But it hurts when I think When I let it sink in It’s all over me I’m lying here in the dark I’m watching you sleep, it hurts a lot & all I know is You’ve got to give me everything Nothing less cause You know I give you all of me [chorus] I give you everything that I am I’m handin’ over everything that I’ve got Cause I wanna have a really true love Don’t ever wanna have to go & give you up Stay up till Four In The Morning & the tears are pouring & I want to make it worth the fight What have we been doing for all this time? Baby if we’re gonna do it, come on do it right All I wanted was to know I’m safe Don’t want to lose the love I’ve found Remember when you said that you would change Don’t let me down It’s not fair how you are I can’t be complete, can you give me more? & all I know is You got to give me everything & nothing less cause You know I give you all of me [chorus] I give you everything that I am I’m handin’ over everything that I’ve got Cause I wanna have a really true love Don’t ever wanna have to go & give you up Stay up till Four In The Morning & the tears are pouring & I want to make it worth the fight What have we been doing for all this time? Baby if we’re gonna do it, come on do it right Oh please, you know what I need Save all your love up for me We can’t escape the love Give me everything that you have & all I know is You got to give me everything & nothing less cause You know I give you all of me
The Old Guitarist, 1903
If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only.
Do not say, I love her for her smile, her look, her way of speaking gently, for a trick of thought that falls in well with mine, and, certes, brought a sense of pleasant ease on such a day.
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may be changed, or change for thee- and love so wrought, may be unwrought so.
Browning, Elizabeth Barrett
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She
May be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
