Poetry and Lyrics

[Angeline]

Hammer and a Nail
Indigo Girls

Clearing webs from the hovel
A blistered hand on the handle of a shovel
I’ve been digging too deep
I always do
I see my face on the surface
I look a lot like narcissus
A dark abyss of an emptiness
Standing on the edge of a drowning blue

I look behind my ears for the green
And even my sweat smells clean
Glare off the white hurts my eyes
I gotta get out of bed
Get a hammer and a nail
Learn how to use my hands
Not just my head
I think myself in a jail
Now I know a refuge never grows
From a chin in a hand
And a thoughtful pose
Gotta tend the earth
If you want a rose

I had a lot of good intentions
Sit around for fifty years
And then collect a pension
Started seeing the road to hell
And just where it starts
But my life is more than a vision
The sweetest part is acting
After making a decision
Started seeing the whole
As a sum of it’s parts

And I look behind my ears for the green
And even my sweat smells clean
Glare off the white hurts my eyes
Gotta get out of bed
Get a hammer and a nail
Learn how to use my hands
Not just my head
I think myself in a jail
Now I know a refuge never grows
From a chin in a hand
And a thoughtful pose
Gotta tend the earth
If you want a rose

My life is part of the global life
I’d found myself becoming more immobile
When I’d think a little girl in the world
Can’t do anything
A distant nation my community
And a street person my responsibility
If I have a care in the world
I have a gift to bring

I look behind my ears for the green
Even my sweat smells clean
Glare off the white hurts my eyes
I gotta get out of bed
Get a hammer and a nail
Learn how to use my hands
Not just my head
I think myself in a jail
Now I know a refuge never grows
From a chin in a hand
And a thoughtful pose
Gotta tend the earth
If you want a rose

 

[Rybka]

There Will Come Soft Rains
by Sarah Teasdale

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum-trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

 

[templeminded]

There Will Come Soft Rains
by Sarah Teasdale

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum-trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

i have to be honest...i like this better than anything i have read on lit.
excellent job!
nin-

 

[Merrymaker]

Was in a mood...

Bloodflowers
by The Cure


"this dream never ends" you said
"this feeling never goes
The time will never come to slip away"
"this wave never breaks" you said
"this sun never sets again
These flowers will never fade"
"this world never stops" you said
"this wonder never leaves
The time will never come to say goodbye"
"this tide never turns" you said
"this night never falls again
These flowers will never die"

Never die
Never die
These flowers will never die

"this dream always ends" I said
"this feeling always goes
The time always comes to slip away"
"this wave always breaks" I said
"this sun always sets again
And these flowers will always fade"
"this world always stops" I said
"this wonder always leaves
The time always comes to say goodbye"
"this tide always turns" I said
"this night always falls again
And these flowers will always die"

Always die
Always die
These flowers will always die

Between you and me
It's hard to ever really know
Who to trust
How to think
What to believe
Between me and you
It's hard to ever really know
Who to choose
How to feel
What to do

Never fade
Never die
You give me flowers of love

Always fade
Always die
I let fall flowers of blood

 

[Angeline]

Oh my god

I just got a newly released Laura Nyro cd

Spread Your Wings and Fly, a live recording from the Filmore East.

This is on it and to hear her sing it is a revelation. I'm swooning.

There is a Rose in Spanish Harlem
Ben E King

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
It is a special one, it's never seen the sun
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming
It's growing in the street right up through the concrete
But soft and sweet and dreamin'

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
With eyes as black as coal that look down in my soul
And starts a fire there and then I lose control
I have to beg your pardon
I'm going to pick that rose and watch her as she grows in my garden

I'm going to pick that rose and watch her as she grows in my garden

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem

 

[bluerains]

an old favorite

Are you out there
Can you hear me
Can you see me in the dark

I don't believe it's all for nothing
It's not just written in the sand
Sometimes I thought you felt too much
And you crossed into the shadowland

And the river was overflowing
And the sky was fiery red
You gotta play the hand that's dealt ya
That's what the old man always said

Fallen Angel
Casts a shadow up against the sun
If my eyes could see
The spirit of the chosen one

In my dream the pipes were playing
In my dream I lost a friend
Come down Gabriel and blow your horn
'Cause some day we will meet again

Fallen Angel
Casts a shadow up against the sun
If my eyes could see
The spirit of the chosen one

All the tears
All the rage
All the blues in the night
If my eyes could see
You kneeling in the silver light

Fallin', fallin', fallin' down
Fallin', fallin' down
Fallin', fallin', fallin' down
Fallin', fallin' down

Fallen Angel
Casts a shadow up against the sun
If my eyes could see
The spirit of the chosen one

All the tears
All the rage
All the blues in the night
If my eyes could see
You kneeling in the silver light

If you're out there can you touch me
Can you see me I don't know
If you're out there can you reach me
Lay a flower in the snow

Robertson Robbie Lyrics

 

[Guest]

I met my old lover on the street last night
Shee seemed so glad to see me
I just smiled
And we talked about some old times
And we drank ourselves some beers
Still crazy after all these years
Oh still crazy after all these years

I'm not the kind of man who tends to socialize
I seem to lean on old familiar ways
And I ain't no fool for love songs
That whisper in my ears
Still crazy after all these years
Still crazy after all these years

Four in the morning, crashed out, yawning
Longing my life away
I'll never worry
Why should I?
It's all gonna fade

Now I sit by my window
And I watch the cars
I fear I'll do some damage one fine day
But I would not be convicted by a jury of my peers
Still crazy after all these years
Oh, still crazy
Still crazy Still crazy after all these years.

Paul Siimon

 

[Merrymaker]

"When you find strange hands in your sweater" Lmao


Everyday I Write the Book
by Elvis Costello & the Attractions

Don't tell me you don't know what love is
When you're old enough to know better
When you find strange hands in your sweater
When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote
I'm a man with a mission in two or three editions

And I'm giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book

Chapter One we didn't really get along
Chapter Two I think I fell in love with you
You said you'd stand by me in the middle of Chapter Three
But you were up to your old tricks in Chapters Four, Five and Six

The way you walk
The way you talk, and try to kiss me, and laugh
In four or five paragraphs
All your compliments and your cutting remarks
Are captured here in my quotation marks

Don't tell me you don't know the difference
Between a lover and a fighter
With my pen and my electric typewriter
Even in a perfect world where everyone was equal
I'd still own the film rights and be working on the sequel

 

[Angeline]

I met my old lover on the street last night
Shee seemed so glad to see me
I just smiled
And we talked about some old times
And we drank ourselves some beers
Still crazy after all these years
Oh still crazy after all these years <snip>

[/I]

Ah Paul Simon.

Here's my favorite lyric of his (and it's a hard choice).

American Tune

Many's the time I've been mistaken
And many times confused
Yes, and I've often felt forsaken
And certainly misused
Oh, but I'm alright, I'm alright
I'm just weary to my bones
Still, you don't expect to be
Bright and bon vivant
So far away from home, so far away from home

And I don't know a soul who's not been battered
I don't have a friend who feels at ease
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
or driven to its knees
but it's alright, it's alright
for we lived so well so long
Still, when I think of the
road we're traveling on
I wonder what's gone wrong
I can't help it, I wonder what has gone wrong

And I dreamed I was dying
I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
And looking back down at me
Smiled reassuringly
And I dreamed I was flying
And high up above my eyes could clearly see
The Statue of Liberty
Sailing away to sea
And I dreamed I was flying

We come on the ship they call the Mayflower
We come on the ship that sailed the moon
We come in the age's most uncertain hours
and sing an American tune
Oh, and it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
You can't be forever blessed
Still, tomorrow's going to be another working day
And I'm trying to get some rest
That's all I'm trying to get some rest

 

[Rybka]

Ah Paul Simon.

Here's my favorite lyric of his (and it's a hard choice).
. . .

Yes indeed, it certainly is! This is one of my top favorites:

Kathy's Song - P. Simon, 1965

I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls

And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England where my heart lies

My mind's distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you're alseep
And kiss you when you start your day

And a song I was writing is left undone
I don't know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can't believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme

And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you

And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I

 

[Angeline]

Yes indeed, it certainly is! This is one of my top favorites:

I love Kathy's song too, Rybka. It's such a moving, tender song. There's not much by Simon I don't really love. So um here's another.

Hearts and Bones

One and one-half wandering Jews
Free to wander wherever they choose
Are travelling together
In the Sangre de Cristo
The Blood of Christ Mountains
Of New Mexico
On the last leg of the journey
They started a long time ago
The arc of a love affair
Rainbows in the high desert air
Mountain passes slipping into stones
Hearts and bones
Hearts and bones
Hearts and bones

Thinking back to the season before
Looking back through the cracks in the door
Two people were married
The act was outrageous
The bride was contagious
She burned like a bride
These events may have had some effect
On the man with the girl by his side
The arc of a love affair
His hands rolling down her hair
Love like lightning shaking till it moans
Hearts and bones
Hearts and bones
Hearts and bones

And whoa whoa whoa
She said:
Why?
Why don't we drive through the night
We'll wake up down in Mexico
Oh I
I don't know nothin' about nothin' about
No Mexico
And tell me why
Why won't you love me
For who I am
Where I am
He said:
'Cause that's not the way the world is baby
This is how I love you, baby
This is how I love you, baby

One and one-half wandering Jews
Return to their natural courses
To resume old acquaintances
Step out occasionally
And speculate who had been damaged the most
Easy time will determine if these consolations
Will be their reward
The arc of a love affair
Waiting to be restored
You take two bodies and you twirl them into one
Their hearts and their bones
And they won't come undone
Hearts and bones
Hearts and bones
Hearts and bones
Hearts and bones


~sigh

(PS--Frank Zappa and Paul Simon, eh fishie?)

 

[Rybka]

I love Kathy's song too, Rybka. It's such a moving, tender song. There's not much by Simon I don't really love. So um here's another.

Hearts and Bones
. . .
(PS--Frank Zappa and Paul Simon, eh fishie?)

And The Mighty Sparrow - "A man don't mind a girl make him feel how he look, but don't ever make him feel how he smell!"

See your "Hearts and Bones" and raise you:

For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her - P. Simon, 1966

What a dream I had
Pressed in organdy
Clothed in crinoline
Of smoky burgundy
Softer than the rain

I wandered empty streets
Down past the shop displays
I heard cathedral bells
Tripping down the alleyways
As I walked on

And when you ran to me
Your cheeks flushed with the night
We walked on frosted fields
Of juniper and lamplight
I held your hand

And when I awoke
And felt you warm and near
I kissed your honey hair
With my grateful tears
Oh I love you girl
Oh I love you

 

[Angeline]

And The Mighty Sparrow - "A man don't mind a girl make him feel how he look, but don't ever make him feel how he smell!"

See your "Hearts and Bones" and raise you:

Boy In the Bubble

It was a slow day
And the sun was beating
On the soldiers by the side of the road
There was a bright light
A shattering of shop windows
The bomb in the baby carriage
Was wired to the radio
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry

It was a dry wind
And it swept across the desert
And it curled into the circle of rebirth
And the dead sand
Falling on the children
The mothers and the fathers
And the automatic earth
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry

It's a turn-around jump shot
It's everybody jump start
It's every generation throws a hero up the pop charts
Medicine is magical and magical is art, think of
The Boy in the Bubble
And the baby with the baboon heart

And I believe
These are the days of lasers in the jungle
Lasers in the jungle somewhere
Staccato signals of constant information
A loose affiliation of millionaires
And billionaires and baby
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry

 

[Guest]

Art Garfunkel wrote some lovely songs too. This one made me fall in love with New York before I even went there.

A Heart in New York

New York, to that tall skyline I come, flying in from London to your door.
New York, looking down on Central Park
where they say you should not wander after dark.
New York, like a scene from all those movies,
but you're real enough to me, but there's a heart,
a heart that lives in New York.

A heart in New York, a rose on the street,
I write my song to that city heartbeat.
A heart in New York, a love in her eye, an open door and a friend for the night.
New York, you got money on your mind
and my words won't make a dime's worth a difference, so here's to you New York.
New York, now my plane is touching down

 

[Rybka]

Bookends - P. Simon, 1968

Time it was, and what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence, a time of confidences
Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories; they're all that's left you

 

[Angeline]

Art Garfunkel wrote some lovely songs too. This one made me fall in love with New York before I even went there.

A Heart in New York

New York, to that tall skyline I come, flying in from London to your door.
New York, looking down on Central Park
where they say you should not wander after dark.
New York, like a scene from all those movies,
but you're real enough to me, but there's a heart,
a heart that lives in New York.

A heart in New York, a rose on the street,
I write my song to that city heartbeat.
A heart in New York, a love in her eye, an open door and a friend for the night.
New York, you got money on your mind
and my words won't make a dime's worth a difference, so here's to you New York.
New York, now my plane is touching down

Now you're tawkin, sister

There's A Boat That's Leavin Soon For New York
George and Ira Gershwin

There's a boat that's leavin' soon for New York
Come with me, that's where we belong, sister
You and me can live that high life in New York
Come with me, there you can't go wrong, sister

I'll buy you the swellest mansion
Up on upper Fifth Avenue
And through Harlem we'll go struttin'
We'll go astruttin'
And there'll be nothin too good for you

I'll dress you in silks and satins
In the latest Paris styles
And all your blues you'll be forgettin'
You'll be forgettin'
There'll be no frettin'
Just nothin' but smiles

There's a boat that's leavin' soon for New York
Come with me, that's where we belong, sister
That's where we belong
Come on
That's where we belong

 

[Angeline]

Pass in Time
Beth Orton

So much stays unknown till the time has come.
Did you imagine you could ever be so strong,
Then watch your fear just turn into relief?
Your sea of doubt become your own belief?
Though tears don't come to cry some grief away,
The tears will help to keep your need at bay.

So come on now, come on now, child.
You're here just a while.
Come on now, come on now, child.
You're here just a while.

My mother told me just before she died
My mother told me just before she died,
"Oh darling, darling, don't you be like me.
You will fall in love with the very first man you meet."
But mama, mama, some will never know;
The love that you have is still holding my soul.

So come on now, come on now, child.
You're here just a little while.
Come on now, come on now, child.
You're here just a while.
You're here just a while

So much stays unknown till the time you are strong.
Did you imagine you could ever feel so strong,
And all your pain just turns into relief?
All your doubt becomes your own belief?
Though tears don't come to cry some grief away,
The years will help to keep your need at bay.

So come on now, come on now, child.
You're here just a while.
Come on now, come on now, child.
You're here just a while.

You're here just a while
You might as well smile,
You might as well smile,
'Cause tomorrow, you just don't know.
It will pass in time. It's gonna pass.

 

[Angeline]

Sweetest decline
Beth Orton

She weaves secrets in her hair
Her whispers are not hers to share
She's deep as a well
She's deep as a well

Another day wastes away
And my heart sinks with the sun
A new day's dawning
And a new day has not yet begun

So, anyway
There I was
Just sitting on your porch
Drinking in
The sweetest decline
The sweetest decline
Sober mind

What's the use in regrets?
They're just things we haven't done yet
What are regrets?
They're just lessons we haven't learned yet

Another day draws away
And my heart sinks with the sun
It's like catching snow on my tongue
It's like catching snow on my tongue

So, anyway
There I was
Just sitting on your porch
Drinking in
The sweetest decline
The sweetest decline
Sober mind

What are regrets?
What are regrets?
They're just lessons we haven't learned yet
It's like catching snow on your tongue
You can't pin this butterfly down
Can't pin this butterfly down

 

[Angeline]

St Elmo's Fire
Brian Eno

Brown eyes and I was tired
We had walked and we had scrambled
Through the moors and through the briars
Through the endless blue meanders.

In the blue august moon
In the cool august moon

Over the nights and through the fires
We went surging down the wires
Through the towns and on the highways
Through the storms in all their thundering.

In the blue august moon
In the cool august moon

Then we rested in a desert
Where the bones were white as teeth sir
And we saw St Elmo’s fire
Splitting ions in the ether.

In the blue august moon
In the cool august moon

In the blue august moon
In the cool august moon.

 

[Merrymaker]

Fate's Right Hand
by Rodney Crowell


Cool as a rule you don't learn in no school
You can't brown nose the teacher from a dunce hat stool
It's the hum and the rhythm of the birds and the bees
The momma's and the poppa's and the monkeys in the trees
It's the brothers and the sisters living life on the street
Play a hunch pull the punch and you'll likely get beat
By the junk food tattooed white dude true blued
Honky with an attitude coming unglued

Fate's right hand.....I don't understand at all

Billy loves women like a junky loves dope
Give him just enough rope and the monkey gon choke
She's a Bill Blass combo maxed out mombo
D.K.N.Y. caught him in a lie
Ken Starr word man we're talking absurd
Spending forty million dollars just to give a man the bird
He's a king she's a queen so the rap won't stick
Get it on with a rubber and you won't get sick

Fate's right hand.....I don't understand at all

Redrum dot com dim sum smart bombs
Double cappuccino and a heart like a tom tom
Ozone long gone that's it I quit
Natural inclination says enough of this_____
brat pack black jack heart attack crack
We need another news channel like a hole in the back
There's a 187 on the 405
And we all go to heaven on a hard disk drive

Fate's right hand.....I don't under stand at all

Hard rain fish seine hurricane Jane
Don't forget about Carla when you're talkin' about poon tang
Slow song on the bone rec hall dance
Double date Debbie with a pole in my pants
First comes love like it always did
Or we wouldn't be talkin' bout The Houston kid
Po-dunk piss-chunk old dead skunk drunk
Trot/line Freddy's got his dogs in the trunk
Fate's right hand...I don't under stand at all
Fate's right hand...man I don't under stand at all

 

[Merrymaker]

Still Learning How To Fly
by Rodney Crowell

The hour is early
The whole world is quiet
A beautiful morning's about to ignite
I'm ready for danger
I'm ready for fire
I'm ready for something to lift me up higher

Life's been good, I guess
My ragged old heart's been blessed
With so much more than meets the eye
I've got a past I won't soon forget
You ain't seen nothing yet
I'm still learning how to fly

It's the dreams that die hard
With old habits to break
You can't let down your guard
When there's so much at stake
I'm halfway to heaven, halfway to hell
But I might roll a seven
You never can tell

Life's been good it's true
When I'm feeling just like new
The same old rules need not apply
I've got a past full of sticks and stones
And a good feeling in my bones
I'm still learning how to fly

I wanna go faster
I don't wanna slow down
I don't wanna get off of this merrygoround
I wanna be reckless
I wanna be vain
I wanna make love like a runaway train

Life's been good I said
I'm 10,000 miles ahead
The day I rest is the day I die
I've got a past like a broken wing
But you ain't seen anything
I'm still learning how to fly
I'm still learning how to fly

 

[RhymeFairy]

Your My Best Friend

My Best Friend
(Aimee Mayo/Bill Luther)

Recorded By: Tim McGraw

I never had no one
I could count on
I've been let down so many times
I was tired of hurtin'
So tired of searchin'
'Til you walked into my life
It was a feelin'
I'd never known
And for the first time
I didn't feel alone

You're more than a lover
There could never be another
To make me feel the way you do
Oh we just get closer
I fall in love all over
Everytime I look at you
I don't know where I'd be
Without you here with me
Life with you makes perfect sense
You're my best friend
You're my best friend, oh yeah

You stand by me
And you believe in me
Like nobody ever has
When my world goes crazy
You're right there to save me
You make me see how much I have
And I still tremble
When we touch
And oh the look in your eyes
When we make love

You're more than a lover
There could never be another
To make me feel the way you do
Oh we just get closer
I fall in love all over
Everytime I look at you
And I don't know where I'd be
Without you here with me
Life with you makes perfect sense
You're my best friend
You're my best friend

You're more than a lover
There could never be another
To make me feel the way you do
Oh we just get closer
I fall in love all over
Everytime I look at you
And I don't know where I'd be
Without you here with me
Life with you makes perfect sense
You're my best friend
You're my best friend (my best friend)
You're my best friend (my best friend)

 

[RhymeFairy]

I Love This Song~

Artist: Martina McBride
Album: Evolution
Title: Valentine



If there were no words
No way to speak
I would still hear you
If there were no tears
No way to feel inside
I'd still feel for you

And even if the sun refused to shine
Even if romance ran out of rhyme
You would still have my heart until the end of time
You're all I need, my love, my Valentine

All of my life
I have been waiting for
All you give to me
You've opened my eyes
And shown me how to love unselfishly


I've dreamed of this a thousand times before
But in my dreams I couldn't love you more
I will give you my heart
Until the end of time
You're all I need, my love, my Valentine

And even if the sun refused to shine
Even if romance ran out of rhyme
You would still have my heart until the end of time
'Cause all I need is you, my Valentine
You're all I need, my love, my Valentine


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Had to put this here.
Have been looking for the lyrics for a few days now.
If you ever get a chance, listen to this song.
It's great~!!

RhymeFairy~

 

[Angeline]

Central Reservation
Beth Orton

Running down to a central reservation
In last night's red dress
And I can still smell you on my fingers
And taste you on my breath
Stepping through brilliant shades
Of the color you bring
But this time, this time, this time
Is whatever I want it to mean

If this is where memories are made
I'm gonna like what I see
And everything I ever took for granted
I'm gonna let it be
I step through every shade
Of the color you bring
But this time, this time, this time
Is whatever I want it to mean

And everything and nothing is
As sacred as we want it to be
When it's real
Make it real
Compared to what?
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

It's like living in the middle of the ocean
With no future, no past
And everything that's good about now
Might just glide right past
I'm stepping through brilliant shades
Of the color you bring
But this time, this time, this time
Is fine just as it is

And everything is sacred here,
And nothing is as sacred as I want it to be
When it's real
Compared to what?
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

 

[RhymeFairy]

Gentleness~

Gentleness

By: James Kavanaugh

I have never known such gentleness as yours before,
Never knew that love could whisper with such
quiet reverence.
If there is a God Who cares for man,
He will give me time before I die
To absorb the gentleness
that pours from your very skin.
Your courage frightens me, encourages me.
I am now such fragility
When once I was only strength.
But then you would not have loved me,
Nor would I have seen your soul.
Only in weariness and desperation could I have felt
your love,
And known a gentleness I have never known before.


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I first read this,
well when I really needed it.
I love this poet.
just mho~

RhymeFairy~